He was an amazing man with an amazing smile. I had never experienced the kind of love that I shared with John. He was an interesting person that brought so much happiness to my life. He was born in Istanbul, Turkey and lived there for nine years before moving to the United States. He liked to teach me about his culture, about Turkish food, drink, music, ï¬1miture and other things that I had never experienced. John had planned to take me there but unfortunately we ran out of time. We also made plans on May 20, 2000, the day before the crash, to marry by the end of the year but ran out of time for that as well. We spent our last day together at his home in Manhattan eating at one of our favorite restaurants and walking through the city. It was a wonderful day but for some reason an overwhelming sadness consumed me.
Our last conversation before we went to sleep was that we would be together forever. Less than 12 hours later they were gone and my life has never been the same. Ive been told that Im a strong person. I still work at the airport, which is difficult at times because the charter company that they ï¬‚ew for is still in business. On a weekly basis, aircraft identical to the one that took their lives come in and it breaks my heart. I may appear strong on the outside, but the inside still aches for answers.
September 11, 2001 has brought that ache to the surface for me again. The PA. Crash site has been an eerie similarity to John and Gregs crash site. (John and Greg left Atlantic City). I was going to go for the ride but decided at the last minute to stay behind and have lunch with them when they returned. They never came back. I still remember Greg sitting in the cockpit saying Ill see you later and John blowing me kisses as he closed the door in the plane. They were ï¬‚ying in a I9-passenger prop plane. They lost both engines and crashed in Bear Creek, TWP, PA. John and I were planning our future together. Two days after Gregs service, his wife Dawn found out she was pregnant with their third child. The sadness runs so deep.
I feel so lucky that I had John and Greg in my life. I am a better person for knowing them. They came into my life together and left together. I know that John will always be a part of my heart and soul. I love them, miss them and think of them everyday.
My thoughts and prayers go out to every person who reads this newsletter. Together we can handle the days that lie ahead.
Stacy Kisby, NJ, lost her fiancÃ© First Ofï¬cer Can (John) Basat, 38, and her close friend Captain Greg Mac Vicar, 34, aboard Executive Airlines Charter Flight in Bear Creek TWP, PA on May 21, 2000