My Dying Son’s Final Wish Was to Meet His Favorite Firefighters – But When We Arrived, the Captain Removed His Helmet and Said, ‘Ma’am, Before Your Son Comes Inside, There’s Something You Need to Know’

her. Her eyes were kind, but there was something careful in them, the way you’d look at a woman who might shatter.

“A visit?”

“A whole tour. Trucks, helmets, the whole thing.”

“A real fire station?”

“I’ll need you to sign a release before you leave today,” Marissa added. “Just permission for us to share your contact information with the fire station so continue reading …