When I first met him he was in the academy, I thought how sexy. I'm dating a fireman. My friends were so jealous. When he got on the job I honestly didn't think much of the danger. Once I began watching the news and seeing fires around the city, I had an ache in the pit of my stomach and a pain in my heart. You stop breathing unitl you hear the words that "No fireman were injured".

I never watched the news until I met him. It's my way of knowing he's coming home tonight. I never really thought about danger, just that he was doing his job. I never ever thought about what the wives of fire fighters go through. You don't realize how easily their lives can be taken away from one night's work.

You have to respect a man that is willing to run into danger and risk his life for yours. Not questioning it or second guessing it, just doing it.

I grieve for the fallen fire fighters, I grieve for their wives, and I grieve for their children.

We all joke around about how well they eat and that they watch TV all day. But when that bell rings, you'll never see a group of men run so fast literally into danger for individuals they don't know.

I thank his brother fire fighters for helping eachother come home every night and I thank God for everyday that brings him through my doors.

Please pray for our Fallen Boston FireFighters Paul Cahill and Warren Payne and their families.