Keeping Up

Sorry gang,
There just isn't much to comment or rant about these days. Well at least not anything you'd care to listen too; my mother asking why I don't see her as much as she would like, my girlfriend throwing the "M" word around, the AAA surgery my grandfather will endure tomorrow

I have a visitation and funeral to attend tomorrow evening and Friday morning. We will lay to rest a retired firefighter of 35 years, a father to two chiefs and a grandfather to one young firefighter. His lineage will live on though, through a new grandson who will one day try to tame the beast with the rest of us. We can only give our best effort and continue in his footsteps, trying to fill boots larger than our own. I never had the pleasure of fighting with this man, but I have had the pleasure of his company. Company that is now treasured in only memory and hindsight. We will stand tall in our pressed uniforms, ride proud in our sparkling red chariots and salute an old friend. I'll miss you, you grumpy old bastard. We'll still answer every call, just as you'd have wanted, but with a heavier heart.