Last week we packed up our motorcycles and head to our annual Red Knights convention in Gettysburg, PA. The trip there had a few bumps in the road (which included Our bike almost going through the side of the enclosed trailer thank God no damage to the custom paint) but we all made it safely. I think the most amazing thing to me was riding literally through the farmland that was the center of the battleground it was like taking a trip back in time aside from the monuments throughout the land. It was extremely interesting. We had a week of history, ghost stories and lots of laughs. We meet our brothers and sisters from chapters from all over the US, Canada, Sweden, Austria and Belgium. I enjoyed almost every minute of the trip. Everyday i grow more and more thankful for this group and the family that i have because of it. I heard the following poem at least twice during the course of last week. It hits home. Probably not in the way that it hits a firefighter, but being the daughter, girlfriend and sister to firefighters it hits in its own way. I guess I take for granted and sometimes forget that there is always a chance that I could get that phone call that every person dreads.
In Honor
Brother when you weep for me
Remember that it was meant to be
Lay me down and when you leave
Remember I'll be at your sleeve
In every dark and choking hall
I'll be there as you slowly crawl
On every roof in driving snow
I'll hold your coat and you will know
In cellars hot with searing heat
At windows where a gate you meet
In closets where young children hide
You know I'll be there at your side
The house from which I now respond
Is overstaffed with heroes gone
Men who answered one last bell
Did the job and did it well
As firemen we understand
That death's a card dealt in our hand
A card we hope we never play
But one we hold there anyway
That card is something we ignore
As we crawl across a weakened floor
For we know that we're the only prayer
For anyone that might be there
So remember as you wipe your tears
The joy I knew throughout the years
As I did the job I loved to do
I pray that thought will see you through
I could never imagine hearing that something happened to one of my loved ones when they were saving some else's life. I would be proud but
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In Honor
Brother when you weep for me
Remember that it was meant to be
Lay me down and when you leave
Remember I'll be at your sleeve
In every dark and choking hall
I'll be there as you slowly crawl
On every roof in driving snow
I'll hold your coat and you will know
In cellars hot with searing heat
At windows where a gate you meet
In closets where young children hide
You know I'll be there at your side
The house from which I now respond
Is overstaffed with heroes gone
Men who answered one last bell
Did the job and did it well
As firemen we understand
That death's a card dealt in our hand
A card we hope we never play
But one we hold there anyway
That card is something we ignore
As we crawl across a weakened floor
For we know that we're the only prayer
For anyone that might be there
So remember as you wipe your tears
The joy I knew throughout the years
As I did the job I loved to do
I pray that thought will see you through
I could never imagine hearing that something happened to one of my loved ones when they were saving some else's life. I would be proud but
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| The Extended family local NY Chapter 3 and some of my favorite people who make me laugh |
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| The Family aka a few of the members from NY chapter 12 they make me laugh too! |
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