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The "what-ifs" and "I can't even imagines" have begun to creep into my mind. We all know all too well that we do indeed imagine...every time this news hits. I am not sure why we lir to ourselves. We put ourselves in the wife's shoes. Every single one of us.
I have honestly been trying to avoid the world of LODDs. I haven't sent cards quite as religiously as I had before. It was more than I could process while keeping all of the other balls in the air going.
Clearly, my avoiding it did not serve as a very good cease and desist. There was no purpose to my avoidance.
I have no words. I have no advice. I can't even think where to go with this this. I am not sure why it is bugging me so much. But clearly it is and hence the reason why I am on this blog, when I should be allowing my brain to recuperate.
There is a family left behind to go through this. Forged both in blood and fire. One of the FFs left behind a wife and three kids. The other was a Marine. He served his country and his community. There were real people under those lids and SCBA with real lives. I hope the families can take come comfort in knowing how many lives have been touched by their dedication and sacrifice.
I got an email earlier this week from A. Nonymous...upset that I was losing my focus as a FFW blogger and yapping too much about my classroom. This is a blog that is supposed to focus on the life involved with being married to a firefighter. Guess what, my classroom is part of my life being married to a firefighter. It is part of my soul and therefore part of his life as well. I am the sum of all my parts, as I said earlier with a flurry of complaints that were a complete 180. People were upset that I was losing myself as I transitioned into their world of being married to a FF. Now, they don't want to hear about my mundane part of life.
Guess what, I would rather be writing about my classroom right now. I hate writing about this. I hate researching who the people were behind the symbols of grief that flood social media. I hate looking for those left behind. I hate knowing that there are hearts breaking and lives being turned on their ears and there is not a damn thing that I can do about it.
An entire community mourns, an entire family - spanning the globe mourns. We can all put ourselves in that situation and feel those emotions as real and as raw as it was us. The difference is, we can shake it off and know that is okay. For Boston, there are people that will spend the rest of their lives trying to shake it off and accept that this is real.
And here is where I kick myself in the arse for not replenishing my card stock because I did not want to deal with it. Deal with what? Sounds so silly and self centered, doesn't it. Guess who will be hitting the Hallmark aisle to grab some more to keep on hand. That would be this girl. There is no excuse for not letting a family know they're not alone through all of this. Letting then know that there is a whole other family that is willing to help in anyway possible, even if it is just a late night conversation when the demons come in the dark of night. I have never had a family or spouse take me up on it, but that does not mean it is okay for me not to make that offer. Hypocritical, for certain, as I sit her writing and chatting with 3 other FFWs during the course of this post.
To the families and loved ones of Lt. Edward J. Walsh, 43, of West Roxbury -- a father of three -- and Firefighter Michael R. Kennedy, 33, of Hyde Park, a U.S. Marine veteran - know our love, support and fallen tears are with you. Say the word and we will make sure you are not alone. We can't bring your FFs back home to you, but just about anything else is possible. To the men and women of the Boston Fire Department, our hearts break with yours. PLEASE reach out for any support you might need. PLEASE take advantage of the grief services offered to you. It is the least that can be offered to you.
Kiss those FFs, hug 'em tight. I have to be up in 3 1/2 hours, so I am off to join mine.
Peace, love and prayers...