Christina Gayton

Dec 26, 2019

4 min read

A Plane Crashed Through My House and Killed Me

My family and I

I’m in bed on the second story of my home in San Antonio, Texas. Airplanes fly by frequently, since I live a couple miles from the airport.

Today I was leaving for Chicago, Illinois to visit family for the holidays. I hadn’t seen them in several months, so I was looking forward to the comfort of familial familiarity.