Too Hot to Handle: A Chance to Say Good-Bye

Saturday, March 10, 2012

A Chance to Say Good-Bye

Flags at half mast, a two hour parade of fire trucks, police cars, SWAT tactical vehicles, Engines...all with lights a blazing. A packed gym. Emergency personnel from the entire region. Tears. Laughter.

Members of the Colby Fire Department ride their fire engine Friday with the casket of firefighter Jamison Kampmeyer in the procession to St. Mary’s Cemetery after the funeral Mass for Kampmeyer at Colby High School.

Laura Schmitt/Marshfield News-Herald

He was a husband, a daddy, a SWAT team member, a Sheriff's deputy (who received his detective's shield posthumously), a teacher and a firefighter. Lt. Kampmeyer was truly one who simply wanted to help his community - giving back. There is a family, a community and a department mourning the loss of one of their own. His fellow firefighters are going through what they might of missed and why it had to be him. I can only imagine what his wife is going through, and I truly try to push those thoughts from my mind.

Please take a moment to say a prayer for Lt./Det. Jamison Kampmeyer. Say a prayer for his wife. Say a prayer for their three boys, all still so little. Say a prayer for the community. Pray for peace and healing. There is no easy journey to acceptance. Say a prayer that all of our firefighters and emergency personnel come home safe.

R.I.P. Jamison Kampmeyer. Peace to your loved ones. And to the love of my life, come home safe.

2 comments:

AmberMarch 10, 2012 at 7:24 AM
My condolences to the family! I understand what ya'll are going through. If ya need to chat, hit me up Girlie!
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MelissaMarch 10, 2012 at 6:07 PM
So sad, a terrible loss to the community, and even worse to his family.
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I AM

Taken from "The Fireman's Wife" by Susan Farren

I am thank ful. This has not always been an easy walk for me.

I am disappointed. We have missed family gatherings, weddings, dinner engagements, birthday parties, and holidays because of shift schedules and overtime.

I am patient. There have been dinners spent at the firehouse waiting for Daddy to return from a call while the kids get cranky and the food gets cold.

I am nervous. I awake at 3:00 A.M. hearing creaks in the house and don't have the comfort of my husband beside me.

I am tired. The house is full of sick kids and there is no relief in site because Daddy is on a seventy-two-hour shift.

I am jealous. Jealous of all the women whose husbands came home at 5:00 P.M. to have dinner and hold them at the end of their day.

I am worried. I worry that he may not come home one day. This I try to tuck away.

I am content. We have decided to give up my career so I can stay home and raise our children. We no longer have an abundance of money or things. It is the greatest freedom I have ever known.

I am incompetent.There was a time when I considered myself moderately intelligent. I now struggle to remember where I left my car keys, the diaper bag, and, occasionally, the baby.

I am waiting. Knowing the phone may one day ring for me.

I am doubting. Doubting that God hears all my prayers. Doubting I am the kind of wife and mother He needs me to be.

I am trusting. Trusting that my husband will come home again.

I am confident, I am embarrassed, I am lonely, I am surprised, I am overworked, I am underpaid.

I am...The Fireman's Wife.