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Monday, May 24, 2010


We lost our friend and fellow fire fighter John Glaser Saturday night in a house fire. There truly are not words to describe what our fire fighting family is going through right now. It is a moment like this that reminds me to hug and kiss Matt with everything I've got before he leaves for work each day. Fires...fires in Shawnee are few and far between...and the majority of a fireman's job these days are medical calls, or helping the community in other ways. It is so EASY as a Fireman's Wife, who knows 95% of the time he spends at work is not on fires, to take it for granted. To send him off just like you would any other day, on any other job, thinking nothing like that would ever happen to him, he'll be home in the morning. But the that it only takes ONE. One bad fire or a call that goes wrong to take a lifetime of love and happiness away.

And it is no different for everyone else that wakes up each day. No matter what line of work you are in, or how you spend your days...all you can do is try your best to stay safe doing what you love to do in hopes that life is not cut short in the process. Remember to hug and kiss those closest to you, tell them that you love them...because as wonderful as LIFE is also very UNPREDICTABLE. will be forever missed.
Please know your fire-family loves you,
and will forever take care of your family.

Bank of America
175 Clairborne Road
Olathe, KS 66062

Brother, when you weep for me,
Remember that it was meant to be.
Lay me down and when you leave,
Remember I’ll be at your sleeve.

In every dark and choking hall,
I’ll be there as you slowly crawl.
On every roof in driving snow,
I’ll hold your coat, and you will know.

The house from which I now respond,
Is overstaffed with heroes gone.
Men who answered one last bell,
Did the job and did it well.

As firefighters we understand,
That death’s card dealt in our hand.
A card we hope we never play,
But one we hold there anyway.

That card is something we ignore,
As we crawl across a weakened floor.
For we know that we’re the only prayer,
For anyone that might be there.

So remember as you wipe your tears,
The joy I knew throughout the years.
As I did the job I loved to do,
I pray that thought will see you through.