Fireman's Prayer

When I am called to duty, God,
Whenever flames may rage;
Give me strength to save some life,
Whatever be its age.

Help me embrace a little child
Before it is too late
Or save an older person
From the horror of that fate.

Enable me to be alert
And hear the weakest shout,
And quickly and efficiently
To put the fire out.

I want to fill my calling
And to give the best in me
To guard my every neighbor
And protect his property.

And if, according to my fate,
I am to lose my life,
Please bless with your protecting
My children and my wife.

- Author Unknown

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Gone Home

Today 9 years ago my dad was called Home!
They say it gets easier as time goes by, but I must disagree! For me every year seems harder. I miss him and wish he could be here to enjoy his grand kids! But I know he's watching from above!
This is a picture of his headstone:

My dad made this little man and it stands on his grave:

I always put my flowers in its arms.
These flowers are a little wilted b/c I put them there on his birthday. His favorite flower was the carnation, so that's what I buy every year.

2 comments:

A Family On Fire said...

Some days are easier than others. And some days you can smile while missing them. Other days its better to just cry and remember. Hope you are feeling better tomorrow. May you have a good cry (and then a chocolate bar)!

Fire Mom said...

I cried a few times, but I try to keep in mind that he is in a better place and someday I'll see him again!
Thanks Jessica!