Hey guys.
I wanted to take the opportunity of this blog to talk to you about community here in Cincinnati. I’ve never really had proof at how close-knit this community is, until this past week.
Now, I don’t know if you have heard, some of you most likely did, but there was a fire last Friday, April 4th that took the lives of two Colerain Township firefighters. Colerain Township is a township within 20 minutes of school and the township I live in. The firefighters were 37 year old Captain Robin Zang-Broxterman, a 17-year veteran, and 29 year old Brian Schira.
Those are the facts, now let me tell you my story. It’s lengthy, but worth it.
I got out of my class around 9:50 a.m. and headed down to the wrestling lounge to finish a homework project that was due in two hours. When I was down there, I received a phone call from one of my high school wrestling coaches. He asked me if I had heard about the fire that morning, which at that time, I hadn’t. He then told me that they hadn’t released any names yet, but he knew that one of the two firefighters killed was my high school (Oak Hills H.S.) head wrestling coach’s sister (Robin Zang-Broxterman).
I felt terrible. Coach Zang is like a father to me and I also knew one of his brothers and his father as well. I couldn’t imagine the pain they had to have been feeling at the time. About five minute later, my mom called me and asked if I had heard about Zang’s sister. I told her that I had and then asked her how she knew (the names still hadn’t been released). She told me that my aunt works with one of Zang’s other sister and she found out through the grapevine at work. My mom also told me that she was at Home Depot and knew someone working. When my mom saw her, she asked what was wrong and found out that the other firefighter who had been killed was Brian Schira, who was a Home Depot employee. I felt even worse. My girlfriend, Jordan, works at that Home Depot.
I called up Jordan and relayed the bad news. She told me that Home Depot has a lot of part-time employees and that she only had seen Schira a few times and never really talked to him, but she still felt the loss. And she wasn’t alone.
As the Friday progressed, I saw a few fire departments around the area lowering their flags to half-mast and hanging up the black and purple mourning shrouds. The names were finally released later that day and it seemed as if the whole community went into mourning. American flags hung at half-mast on every flag pole I saw and everyone was talking about how terrible it was. I called up Coach Zang to let him know I was thinking about him, but as I figured, he didn’t pick up. I left my condolences on his voicemail and stayed in contact with the rest of the coaching staff over at Oak Hills.
The weekend passed and I received news on the funeral information. The visitation was scheduled to take place on Tuesday and the funeral was scheduled for the next day. One of the Oak Hills wrestler’s parents decided that it would be nice if we all met up at Oak Hills and drove down to the visitation together.
So on Tuesday, I took my parents’ full size van and drove up to Oak Hills, expecting like 10-15 people to be there. When I pulled into the parking lot, there were close to 50 wrestlers, ex-wrestlers, parents, and teachers standing in a group. It was pretty cool to see all those people there to support Zang and his family. I packed as many people as I could into my van and we caravanned down to the funeral home. When we reached the funeral home, we saw thousands of people pouring out of the funeral home into the sidewalks and parking lot. We all got in line and saw a few more people we all knew. After about ten minutes, we saw Coach Zang making his way up the line and talking to a few people here and there. When he reached us, he was smiling and gave each person a hug. I was happy to see that we cheered him up a little.
Zang eventually had to go back inside the funeral home. None of us left, we all stayed in line. The line took us up to the funeral home and into the room where Schira lay. I was able to talk to Brian’s mother and tell her I was praying for her and her family. She then gave me a hug and the memory of that hug will last in my mind forever.
The line then took us through a few empty rooms and hallways and into the room where Robin and her family were. Robin’s mother came out and, as Coach Zang had done, hugged everyone and managed to smile. Nobody wants to think about facing a mourning mother, and at that point, I had faced two, with nothing to consul them but a few words and a hug. The line continued and Coach Zang, his father, two brothers, and two sisters greeted us and said how unbelievable it was to see all of us there supporting them. Coach Zang was at the end of the line and it pulled him aside for a minute and joked with him about shaving his beard and told him we needed to go to Wing Night at Wild Mike’s when everything settled down. Then we paid our respects to Robin. When made our way out of the funeral home and towards the van, we realized we spent just under 4 and a half hours in line. I was proud of the wrestlers and their families for how much respect they showed for Coach Zang and his family. A lot of them had to be at work and school in the morning and it was getting pretty late. But none of them said a word about leaving, even though they saw Zang earlier in the evening. They all wanted to show their respect for the Schira family and the rest of the Zang family. So did about 7 THOUSAND other community members! It was amazing to see so many firefighters, police officers, rangers, and civilians standing in line to show how much they respected and honored the two fallen heroes.
The funeral was the next day and I decided not to go, considering they were estimating around 10 thousand people to be there and I wouldn’t get a chance to see Coach Zang or his family. The Zang family gave permission for Channel 12 to broadcast the mass and the graveside memorial, so I watched the entire event, which started at 11:00 a.m. and lasted about five hours. I was astonished at how many people packed into the Cathedral and even overflowed out into the streets and blocks surrounding. There were speakers set up in the streets and the big screen down at Fountain Square aired the mass live. There were fire trucks lined up everywhere in the streets.
After the mass, the funeral procession moved from the Cathedral to the cemetery. The 10 minute drive took about an hour and a half to two hours due to the massive amounts of people. The thousands of people filtered into the cemetery. It was amazing; almost ten thousand people were there and you couldn’t hear a word! The entire population was so respectful.
The rest of the ceremony was very touching, I didn’t see a dry eye in attendance. The most touching part was when the Hamilton County Dispatch made a final call over the firefighter radio for Cpt. Robin Zang-Broxterman and firefighter Brian Schira. It was incredible to see how many people were touched by this.
The point of this whole story is to show how much the community here in Cincinnati respects its service members, as well as the rest of the people around them. Seeing so many people caring about the fallen firefighters and their families gave me a newfound faith in mankind. Everyone really came together when they were needed. I live in an amazing city!
My Prayers to the Zang and Schira Family.
Rest in Peace Robin and Brian!
Next time you see a firefighter, go shake their hand. >Eric M.
Inside the St. Peter in Chains Cathedral
Robin and Brian prepare for their procession to Spring Grove Cemetery.
Cpt. Robin Zang-Broxterman preparing for the Procession to the Cemetery. Thousands of Firefighters, Police, and EMT's salute out of respect.
The Zang Family