Remembering Erin Again

I got an e-mail from a man who had known Erin in the early EMS days in Santa Rosa. Bob told me the story of his friend and his wife who owned their own small plane. Bob heard that a small plane had crashed on an island in the Sound. That crash was his friend. He had very severe burns. Of course this was one of those awful ambulance flights that would touch Erin's heart and soul. When she turned the pilot over to the hospital she contacted his friend Bob.

Erin kept Bob informed of his friend's condition. Sadly, the couple did not make it. When Erin told him, he thanked her and that was the end of the story.

Much later Bob would discover that the nurse who kept him up to date on his friend was the same Erin he had known all those years ago in California. He said he regretted not knowing his Erin was in Washington but he would always remember her. We pass like ships in the night, missing opportunities to connect.