The thoughts and prayers of my wife and I are with the families, friends, co-workers of the lost Brothers and the City of Worcester in this time of immenese pain and sorrow. I found the following poem that I would like to share that reminds us that these fine men are lost from us here on earth but they are not gone in our minds and hearts.
In Honor

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
In cellars hot with searing heat
At windows where a gate you meet
In closets where young children hide
You know I'll be there at your side
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 firemen we understand
That death's a 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
-author unknown

May God take them into a better place...

FF/EMT Jay Ellingson
Newington,NH FD &
Water Country EMS