Screaming sirens

When I visited the cemetery today, I heard sirens screaming as Rising Sun was headed to a call somewhere and going through the light in town.  I smiled to think that John was buried in a cemetery where you could hear the sirens.  He’d like that.

John could ID the apparatus by the sound of the siren.  I always thought that was cool.  It’s a talent that I never picked up on.

John could also usually tell you what was burning from the smell of the smoke.  I thought that was cool, too.

John taught me a little about firefighting.  I was always interested in listening and loved to hear him talk about his passion, but I’ve never been a firefighter, so there are a lot of things that I just don’t understand.  I can tell Nathaniel that fire trucks are red (sorry AFD, John was always partial to red).  Tractors are greenPierce was his favorite fire truck manufacturer.  861 (Truck 8 ) was his favorite!

About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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