Here it is two in the morning, I just woke up to the tones on your pager going off. Every time I hear the dispatcher say this is your fire call I feel like crying. I know you are a volunteer because you love it. That's why I save my tears for when you are out the door.
As I sit here by the scanner, my only link to you at this time, I wait and worry. I know you think I am silly for worrying, but I just can't help it. I think back to the day in September, the day our whole country was forever changed. The day so many lost their lives, their families. I think of those firefighters that answered that call. I think of their families. The firefighters who went home with heavy hearts and the ones who will never get to go home again. I don't think they left on that day thinking that so many brothers would be lost. It still saddens my heart to think about it.
I worry that one day a call will come and you will never come home to me again. You volunteer to help people and I love you for that. You make me so proud. Proud that you would take time out of your life to help someone else. I wanted to write you this letter and tell you that I am proud of you and love you for who you are and what you do. You are my hero- and you always will be.
Now as I close this letter my heart isn't as heavy as it was. Your department just got cleared from the scene and I heard your voice on the radio. I know that I can thank God because you are coming home to me and our family. I will wait like I always do, for you to come through that door and save me from my fears.
I say a prayer for those who will not get to come home, and I will say a prayer for those who now have no home to go to.
Now you are home, I can rest easy knowing that my hero is with me again.
