It was Halloween and the diner where I’ve been working for some time now was expected to be full that evening. However, my babysitter quit in the last minute and I was forced to bring my four-year-old son, Micah, to work. He had put his firefighter costume on, and was ready for a real Halloween treat.
The night was busy, so I gave Micah some crayons and a grilled cheese at a back booth and told him to stay there while I was handling the dinner rush.
However, between refilling coffee and taking orders, I glanced at the booth and noticed my kid wasn’t there.
My heart started pounding as I went from corner to corner looking for him. He wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went into the kitchen to see if he had wondered there. And yes, there he was, speaking to a firefighter.
My heart started pounding as I went from corner to corner looking for him. He wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went into the kitchen to see if he had wondered there. And yes, there he was, speaking to a firefighter.
The firefighter was touched by Micah’s words. Wiping his tears, he crouched down to Micah’s level and asked him, “Who was your daddy, buddy?”
When Micah revealed his dad’s name, the firefighter started crying even harder and embraced him in a hug. “Your dad was my friend. He truly was a hero,” the firefighter said.
It turned out the firefighter and my husband attended training together and then ended up working at the same
He reached to his pocket and took out a small, silver badge, worn, but still shining. “This belonged to your dad,” he said as he handed it to Micah. “He once gave it to me for good luck, but now I want you to have it.”
Micha was too young to understand what the firefighter was trying to tell him, but at that moment, I realized that the grief over my husband’s passing didn’t only belong to us. It was shared.
I knew some of my husband’s colleagues, and now I was glad to meet this gentle man, whose name was Tyler.
That night taught me that love doesn’t fade with loss but continues to live on through the memories, the unexpected bonds, and even silver badges passed down.
My husband was gone, but Micah and I weren’t alone. We had all those wonderful people around us who continued my husband’s legacy by being there for us when we needed them most.
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