From Linda's Point of View

by Bubble19

Hey people! I wrote this story because after I saw the movie Ladder 49, I wanted to show people how sad it is to feel when a loved one dies. (Trust me, I know!) Please, please make reviews! I'd like to thank my very good friend Robyn Romm for helping me get this story posted, etc. I'd also like to thank Jay Russell for directing Ladder 49.

Prologue-

Linda is watching her kids watch TV, when she looks out the window, and sees a red car drive up, with Captain Mike Kennedy and another firefighter coming out of the car.

I watched as my nightmare came to me. But it was reality. And I couldn't believe it. It was REAL.

Captain Mike Kennedy and another firefighter were heading right to my door. They were coming to tell me that my beloved husband, Jack Morrison was dead.

KNOCK, KNOCK.

I slowly opened the door, crying instantly.

Captain Mike Kennedy: "Linda...um....I am terribly sorry that your husband Jack Morrison, great firefighter..." he wiped his eyes, "was rescuing a man from a huge building, and...he fell four stories. I was able to talk to him on my radio. He was ok." Mike closed his eyes. "I sent some of my men up to rescue him. I looked on a map of the building, and saw that there was a control room...by him. He was able to stay in contact and somehow got into the room. But the firefighters sent me a saying that there was fire everywhere. Then Jack realized that they couldn't..." Mike didn't need to finish.

I burst into tears every possible way I could. My husband knew he was doing the right thing. I know it. But why did he have to die that way??? Knowing that he will never see his family again. But what about Katie and Nicky? With their father dead...

Captain Mike Kennedy: But Jack told me to tell you..." he tried to calm himself. "That he loved you from the minute he saw you till the end. And to take care of your kids.Jack Morrison was an excellent firefighter. Who knows how many lives would have been lost without Jack."

I will never in my whole life forget what Mike told me. Never. I am thinking how to tell Katie and Nicky. I don't know how they will react. Maybe I should tell them slowly. Unexpectedly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Nicky looking up at me with such innocent. I couldn't bear to tell him that his father died. But I had to.

I slowly picked Nicky up in my arms and sat on the couch.

"Kkkatie ddarlling. Please ccome here hhhoneyy." I tried not to stutter. She came holding the TV remote.

Nicky: "Mommy were is daddy? He should have been home from work by now. He is always home before our show ends."

I slowly gained up enough strength to tell them. Katie was the first to cry. She started mumbling things. Then she started clinging on to me. Nicky was different.

Nicky: "But...but daddy said that he wouldn't get hurt. That the men at the firehouse would take care of him. He ppromised." Nicky grabbed my hand and held it tightly.

"Nicky I am so sorry! But who knows how many...people would have bbeen saved without your ffatherr. Please don't be mad at your ffather. He did the right thing. I promise." I comforted my dear children. This was so hard for them. Their dad just died. DIED.

That night I couldn't sleep. At 1:00 am, Nicky came into my bed. He asked if it was hurting me that daddy wasn't sleeping right beside my side. I said it was the most hurtful pain anyone could ever have.

We finally fell asleep between 2:00 am. I cried myself to sleep. I could still smell Jack's smell. And it was petrifying that my loved one, who taught me everything in the world, wasn't here to comfort me.