Every week, I seem to hate this uniform more and more. Yes, it makes you look important. But it's a million sizes too big, and even after 18 months, I still can't seem to do the job that comes with it.
And most of all...it reminds me of you.
Every week, when I put on those oversized clothes, I think about all those times that I've watched you put on your uniform and get ready to go out into the night. At every meeting, the terms "911", "EMS" and "medic" come up no less than ten times, and all I can think of is you.
And it does not end there...because tomorrow morning, I'd be at yet another place that will bring back a million memories.
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