The boxes were ready — marked Hurricane Relief, stacked neatly beside the small plane waiting on the runway.
Alexander ran his hands over each label, double-checking every detail, the way he always did. Beside him, his daughter Serena, just twenty-two, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled.
“Let’s go help them, Dad,” she said softly.
He looked at her and nodded. “One more flight for good.”
Helping others wasn’t just something they did — it was who they were. For Alexander, it was faith in action, decades of service to strangers in their darkest moments. For Serena, it was her father’s legacy — love turned into motion, kindness taking wing.
The engines roared to life, and the plane lifted gracefully into the morning sky, carrying not only supplies but hope itself.
But just minutes later, that hope faltered. Witnesses saw the plane dip, one wing trembling, the sound sputtering into silence — before it vanished into the water below.
When rescuers reached the site, they found what everyone feared — the wreckage, the quiet, the loss.
Father and daughter, side by side.
Their mission ended where it began — in love, in courage, together to the very end.