Way back in February, I bought tickets to attend two rodeo's. One in Payson and one in Prescott. I thought my niece would enjoy them. Although I have been to Prescott many times for various functions, I had never gone to the fourth of July festivities. I was always afraid of the crowds etc. The parade was on July 6th this year, so we got rodeo tickets for that afternoon.
Then we had the horrible tragedy of June 30, losing 19 firefighters in the Yarnell Hill Fire. I have felt so sad over it. I have had a hard time not getting very teary whenever I talk about it. I can't imagine the pain and grief for the families, fellow firefighters, community, etc. I talked to one of the ER charge nurses at the hospital in Prescott. He told me he knew each one of these young men. He said they had been all set up to take care of them and how much they had wanted to help, and they didn't get to help even one.
Then seeing the caravan of white vans coming to Phoenix and taking them to the medical examiner's office. Seeing the people line the roads. The firefighter's and ladder trucks honoring them as they went by.
I wasn't sure what the Prescott parade and rodeo was going to be like with all that going on. In many ways, it was a giant memorial for them. And at the same time, an innocent expression of joy for our country and the fourth of July. Almost everyone had a black armband, t shirt or purple ribbon. There were banners with their names, riderless horse's, 29 flags. Time and again we got to stand to honor their memory. There were a couple of things in the parade that were especially poignant for me. Above is one of them. For some reason the forest service firefighting trucks and smokey the bear, really got to me. The people inside were very sober.
We bought these shirts from a group that was giving money to the families. I was glad to feel like we were supporting them. I am glad we went. I felt like I was able to participate in mourning these men.