It was a very sorrowful day for us knowing that we have lost two of our own in a wood mill fire. This comes as not shock but that is the risks that we take each day as we receive 911 calls. The funeral was straight down to the point. There was nothing out of line or anything of that nature. While at the funeral they played the taps and I lost it crying. But when the fire truk lit up with lights and siren I really lost it with several other firefighters. It was a time in my life to where I did not care who seen me crying. He was a brother to me and well my emotions are flowing. We have worked together on calls and he has always been there for me but like any other firefighter we are all like brothers. To go down the road slow with my lights flashing and seeing all kinds of people on the side of the road just made me feel good but getting to the grave yard is what got me sick.
