Long time no blog! I decided to stop doing the blog when Facebook started taking over my life. I figured the world had enough of my ramblings on there. Not sure I'll update this too often because of the same reason but I do want to add this post here. I did post it on Facebook and I've done a scrapbbook pages to get it down for future generations, figured, why not go ahead and add it here too. Perhaps it'll reach someone that I didn't thank on FB.
35 years ago on 9/1 my world collapsed. My Dad was a volunteer fireman for Central City. He went out on a call driving a new truck with Wayne Newman in the passenger seat. They said the truck malfunctioned. It crashed going into a curve on Hwy 70. They didn't come home. We heard it on the scanner. I HATE scanners. We didn't know it was Dad for sure but we knew, we knew in our hearts.
It's taken me a lot of years to even be able to read these articles but I'm finally able to pull them out to make copies for my brother and sister so they can share with their kids. I didn't want to remember the details of the accident all these years. I wanted to focus on the way the whole city came together to pull our families up out of the pit of despair. The brotherhood of Firemen has a special bond that others just can't understand. They have a God given love for helping others that goes far beyond the firefighting. They became our family. Most of the time it was awesome, but let me tell you, it's not good to have that many big brothers when you're trying to get away with stuff! Sure kept me on the straight and narrow line. I never knew who was watching!
I was the oldest of the three kids and Mom needed a lot of help. She tried to keep it together but Dad had always been the one to handle everything so she was lost just trying to deal with finances. My sister was about to celebrate her 4th birthday and instead of finishing planning the party, we had to plan a funeral. Three days after the funeral, we had the biggest party ever with all the firemen present and even one of the trucks there for the kids to play on. They bought presents galore but they brought love even more. My Mom wouldn't have been able to pull it together but they knew she'd be even more upset later if the party that she and Dad had been working on fell through.
The little ways the community ministered to us kept coming, not just the firemen. Utility bills were paid by unknown sources. Food came from everywhere for weeks. People mowed the yard when we weren't home. Phone calls and visits were constant. Cards came in the mail from people that I didn't even think cared. I found one from Mr. Cather, the teacher from CCHS. I don't remember seeing it before but it's in the box. The teacher that I thought hated all the students took the time to send a condolences card to us. That touches me today more than I can say. I know he can look down now and know it but I have to wonder if I thanked him then. I still have the silk flower arrangement that was sent by my Senior Class and you know what, it still looks good!
I'm posting this today not as a way to gain sympathy, my family is blessed, but as a way to thank the many many people that helped my family then and to remind us all that there are people today that need that kind of love. The little things that you think won't make a difference really do and the feeling will last a lifetime.