We loved skydiving together. And now I'm just so fucking angry at it. He was the most thorough jumper, always learning everything he could, getting the best gear to make sure we were safe, double checking both our stuff. He had just gotten his wingsuit cert and absolutely loved it. He was so excited to take me. I just don't understand. I haven't brought myself to call the FAA guy yet and the police don't understand skydiving well enough to explain how a chute just doesn't open. How an AAD just doesn't work. I keep spiraling down these thoughts of what if someone had been jumping with him? What if I'd been with him? Could I have saved him? Would I have had to just helplessly watch my husband die? Jumping was one of his favorite things and now I feel so guilty for getting him into it. My kids would still have their dad if I hadn't. He'd get to watch them grow up. I'd get to share my life with the most amazing man on this planet.

But understanding what happened won't bring him back. Regretting everything doesn't change what happened. Throwing away all the parachutist magazines and hiding all my gear doesn't make me less angry. What was going through his beautiful mind when he realized something was wrong? Was he even conscious? Did he assume the fucking AAD would do it's one fucking job? Did he know he was about to die? I miss him so much.

Edit: I just really wanted to say thank you to everybody. Reading through all your comments and hearing about your own struggles with loss has honestly helped me not feel so alone and hopeless right now. Especially in this community, where loss is always sudden. At first, the absolute last thing I wanted to do was talk to another skydiver... but I really appreciate you guys and your words of comfort.

https://x.com/BNONews/status/1945903422516895903

Today I made my first wingsuit jump. I’ve been counting the jumps leading up to 200, just waiting for the chance to finally try.

I expected to be terrified — but instead I was just incredibly focused. It felt intense, real, and somehow calmer than I imagined. Every second in the air felt worth it.

I know it’s only the very beginning, but that makes it even more exciting.

Happened a couple Sundays ago. 228 jumps without more than a very minor twist as a student. When i saw those end cells wrapped up and the dive started i did think I’d be having my first reserve ride. Almost reached for my cutaway but instead, i checked my altitude and saw i was around 2600’ and the kicking i started immediately seemed to be having an effect, i decided to keep at it. I could feel the untwisting and sure enough it popped open at about 2400’

(The little laugh as the video cuts out was because my right toggle didn’t release immediately and i thought “hear we go again!” But then it came free)

Overall a positive experience. Glad i was altitude aware and worked the problem

Not sure where this location is or what the event was. Would love to know more and learn how this even occurred, wind does not look very strong in the video.

https://fox4kc.com/news/12-dead-after-plane-crashes-south-of-kansas-city-metro/