As I watched the news of more officers down, I wondered what I would say if it were my family. THIS is what I would say….
He was an ordinary man.
He loved his family, his garden and his dogs. He was supposed to be with us for a much longer time.
Late nights he’d wake the boys so he could say goodnight. Nights off, he kept them up late to have extra time with him. When they were sick he’d say, “Come lie on the couch with me buddy and we’ll watch TV”. Having just gotten home, he wanted me to get some sleep. He knew his hours took their toll on me.
He’s the man who took his kids fishing and laughingly drove them home in their underwear; they decided to jump in the lake fully dressed. The same man that shoveled his parents after every snowstorm, the one that believed family came above all else.
How do I tell our children their Dad isn’t coming back? The man who is supposed to take them to the Red Sox next week is no longer here. There will never be someone hiding in the bushes pretending to be Sasquatch or playing wiffle ball in the backyard. He really was just an ordinary man.
He died an extraordinary death.
He tried not to bring his job home. It was his burden to bear. If you pressed him, he’d tell funny stories of prisoners complaining about their meals.
He was once found rocking his infant son while tears streamed from his eyes. After interrupting a man molesting a toddler, he kept the kids closer and never wanted them to see what he saw.
That’s not the person others saw once he put on his uniform.
He stood tall and proud dressed in blue, he offered a helping hand when needed and handcuffs when necessary. He didn’t judge, he followed the law he had sworn to uphold. He fought a battle within himself and with the people he wasn’t always sure how to help.
He caught someone’s eye today, someone filled with rage and hate. That eye turned to a bullet and he was gone in a muzzle flash.
A bullet found my husband today.
An ordinary man, died an extraordinary death doing an extraordinary job.