Life, Death and Firefighting

A retired firefighter from our department passed away this weekend.

He was a 91 year old man. A World War II Army Veteran. His wife of 69 years died in 2008. He served on our fire department for 27 years. That’s just two years shorter than the length of my life at this point. He retired as a Captain.

FireDad told me about his passing on Friday, the day of his death. I don’t know if it’s because I celebrated a birthday and welcomed another year of my life or if because death and grief have been an all too present thought in my daily life as of late but I’ve been thinking a lot about firefighting, death and the like over the past few days.


I don’t think firefighters are better, in death or in life. They’re not all perfect people. They make mistakes in life. But to lose one, even one who is retired, is a somber reminder of the brevity of life. FireDad was off teaching a fire propane class yesterday. More so than any other time he has left me to teach this class, I feared for his safety. I told myself it was due to the weather, the storms and the wind. I feared for his drive there and for his return trip. I was anxious until he arrived home. I’ve always known the risks he faces with the job that he loves. Sometimes more than others, like now, I am reminded of them and they make me catch my breath. I force myself to remember he is a safe, capable firefighter surrounded by other safe, capable firefighters. I push away the thoughts of Ladder 49 and Backdraft. I imagine he is invincible. I know he is not but it is the only way to shake the nagging fear.

I work on Saturday. I think we’re having someone watch the boys for a few hours so FireDad can attend the viewing, the funeral and the graveside service. FireDad never fought a fire with this man but there is a sense of honor, respect and understanding that without our previous firefighters, our current men and women wouldn’t be where they are today.

We are grateful for the prior service of our late firefighter and we send our best to his family during this difficult time.

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Happy Birthday to Me!

I had a lovely, lovely birthday.

My children woke up in good moods. My Husband made me a delicious breakfast before he had to go teach a fire propane class. My Mom showed up and went to church where my boys behaved like little angels. I got to do a quick newspaper photo. I made an amazing dinner and some great cupcakes. My sports photos from Friday night looked great in a full page spread in today’s paper.

And I took a great photo of myself with my two boys. (Woo for remotes!)


Happy Birthday Mommy

Now I plan on relaxing with my loving Husband, home safe from his day and smelling of that wonderful post-fire smell.

29 is shaping up to be a lovely year.

Pics of the Week: The One Where I Finish Being 28

I had a busy, wonderful, exhausting week. The weather was mostly gorgeous, allowing for some outside time and extra beauty from our local flowers. It was as if Mother Nature was throwing me a birthday party all week.

A Fence While Geocaching

Yes, He Ate that Bubble

Bleeding Hearts

Yellow and Purple



Ready to Go Fishing

Look at Me Looking at You

My Friends Threw Me a Party

The last picture is of the nice little surprise that my friend had for me at coffee on Friday morning. And, yes, those are Twilight plates because my friend group is just that lame awesome.

My birthday is tomorrow. As I am ending 28 with a bang, I can only imagine that 29 will be a year of wonderful growth, awesome opportunities and another 525,600 minutes of love. Love, love, love.