Seeing my husband in his Class A's on his way to a funeral for a fellow firefighter is just one of those things that I wish I didn't have to experience.
You never get used to it.
Even though his department is small, and their last loss was not in the line of duty, you never get used to it.
No matter where they are, no matter who they are, they are brothers.
And this is just what firefighters do.
*Post Edit: He was not going to the funeral of one of his department's fire fighters. This funeral was for a fire fighter who lost a battle with cancer, from a neighboring department. It was summer, 2009 and like I mentioned, this is just something they do - show support - be there - show up. Just like any brother would.