Still Waiting
Last night as I was getting ready for bed I had the news on in the background. Whenever I hear the word ‘fire’ I have to see what they’re talking about. Well, last night is what every firefighter’s wife dreads: I saw my husband’s engine. The pictures were only from the sky, and all they knew about the fire was that it was two houses burning and that there were downed electrical lines. The worst part was, the fire was only about a half mile from my house, so when I went into the backyard I could see the huge plume of smoke.
I was frantic. Called whoever I knew would be awake just to have someone to talk to. Flipped channels for the full half hour of the news just in case they had any new information. Then I waited. I stayed up for an extra hour and a half waiting for Ryan to call. He always calls before he goes to bed. I’m still waiting.
I’m sure he’s fine. I woke up early to catch the news at the top of the hour and there wasn’t any bad news, just pictures of the fire from the ground and pictures of firefighters working, probably Ryan. But still, its nights like last night that make me question whether this job is worth it.
I hope Ryan is ok. You’re job is very admirable, I could never do it. So thank you.
I’m glad I found your blog.
Crossing all my fingers and toes, and saying a little prayer. Let us know as soon as you find out something, please.
He’s fine. Sometimes its just hard to deal with it from my point of view. Being all alone and worried. Not knowing what’s going on. You know?? Thanks for your nice comments!
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at least he’s not a soldier in iraq right now. think how it must be for their wives (husbands).
I can’t imagine how stressful it must be to have a spouse in such a dangerous profession! The being alone is okay with me, but the risk and fear would be a lot to take. Thanks for visiting my site. I always enjoy when I end up wandering over here!