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No, I Do Not Worry About My Firefighter Husband. This is Why.
This morning, we received word of a tragedy. Two firefighters and a pilot were killed in a helicoptor accident on a wildland fire assignment in our department. These were men in leadership positions, who cared deeply for their communities, had families, and loved their jobs. My husband, a fire chief , knew and had worked beside them both. We have lived through the announcement of loss of life and grave injury almost every fire season. It can be hard to hold that when it happens. These are often young humans with big hearts and selfless natures. When a firefighter goes down, I think that a part of what is lovely and good in the world also waivers.
“Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.”
― Paulo Coelho
I often get asked if I worry a lot about him because of his job. Even after the tragedy of last night, I still say no. I know that the title of this writing suggested I know why, but I am not entirely certain I do. What I do know is that it is his very nature, who he is and what he does that I fell in love with. It is natural like the world he works in. He is that wild horse that I can sometimes seduce, with soothing words and scratches behind ears, sugar cubes and apple slices, a temporary shelter from the storm. But then, he is off…
