I have waited to post this because I just couldn’t be civil about it.  It’s been a few days and the emotions are welling up.  This is my personal blog and it needs to be used as such.

We went to a friends house on Sat. night and were having a great time.  Lots of people partied extra hard.  I however drank myself silly with real pepsi and diet pepsi.  Not the norm and it was fun freaking people out.  lol  Anyway, I let people drive home that said they were ok and I had slight doubts, but only slight.

Sunday morning we get a page and hubby has pager and cell phone on his side of the bed and I’m used to it all going off so I’m not paying attention to it until I hear him talking to someone that he needs to go to the meeting and does he know what is going on.  K, I’m awake.  It’s 7am on Sunday.  WTF is going on baby?  Hubby gets up with a huge hangover that I do not have thankfully and tells me there is a meeting at 8am and everyone needs to be there.

You can guess what that means.  There is no other reason why a meeting can’t wait until monday morning.  OMG, who is it that didn’t make it?  Hubby talked to one best friend and thankfully while he was in the shower and I was still processing I answered his cell phone to our very best friend.  Guilt and thankfullness it wasn’t them.  But I was still sick that it might be someone else I’d let drive and they weren’t ok to drive.  WAKE UP CALL, yes it is.

The meeting was for 8am and hubby was home at 8:28am.  Eyes red and he of course can’t stop crying.  I hate to even ask who it is.  I hope to never, ever have to ask who it was.  But it was our Chief.  The man who built our huge fire empire up here and hired every one of them.

I didn’t know him very well but those around me did.  My father was on city council for 14 years and thankfully hubby told me not to tell him yet.  We were still in media lockdown and i was getting lots of calls and texts already asking what was going on.  But we were supposed to go to my great aunts memorial and that would have been really bad for my dad if he had that on top of it.

So much more will be posted about this but this is long enough.  It’s 12:23 on Thursday morning and it feels like a month has gone by since Sunday morning.

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