My Uncle was a retired fire fighter after over twenty years of service and because of this was given a fire fighter's funeral. I have been to very few funerals in my lifetime (thank goodness) and have never attended anything like this. My cousins and I sat in amazement as we watched firefighter after firefighter pay their respects. It seemed as if the line of men in uniform went on forever. Different ranks, different cities, different ages, they were all there for the same reason.
I could go on forever describing the incredible things that were done for my Uncle during those two days, but I will end with this. I knew this man as my Uncle, but during these two days I saw him as a husband, a brother, a friend and a fire fighter. I am so proud of the man that he was and so blessed that a part of his heart belonged to me.
One of many toasts made to an unforgettable man.
The evening of Tuesday, October 25th, 2011 will be burned into my memory for years to come, I am sure. I was sitting on the floor of Autumn...