I'm lucky . . . lucky to be married to such an amazing person, lucky that for the most part he only has to work every third day, and lucky that his station is close enough that I can stop by and bring him dinner. I know I am lucky, and that a lot of other women would gladly take my place. Over the past nearly 8 years we've been together, my sense of worry has diminished. It's not that I worry less, I just don't think about it as much. I am able to get past my fear and just live. For me, it's easier not to think about what he does every hour of every day when he's on shift. I spare myself a few of the details. Let's be honest, it will just worry me more.
For me, summertime is the worst. When all the firefighters get excited and glued to the tv or websites that have the most up to day wildfire info, I'm terrified that he'll get sent on a fire for a week or two at a time. Frustrated that I can't plan out my summer because of the unknown possibility of him leaving. And scared that he might get sent and get hurt. But even though I'm scared, I should be thankful for what I have, thankful that he has always come home, and thankful that thinks though every situation at work with safety on his mind.
Last year on June 30th, something tragic happened in the fire community. 19 hotshots, firefighters who are the best of the best when it comes to wildfires lost their lives. On June 30th, I ask you to join me in showing your appreciation, and honor to the families of those hotshots. Throughout the past year, every month on the 30th, people have left their porch light on to honor the fallen firefighters. They are reaching out and asking more people to do this on the anniversary of this tragedy on June 30th.
So I want to say thank you to the families, friends, coworkers, and all the loved ones of these 19 hotshots. Your bravery and selflessness is inspiring and humbling. And while we can't comfort the loss you most feel, I hope that we can show you how thankful we are to you and your families.