As I sit here and listen to my children play and reflect on the past week, Police Week 2015, I am flooded with emotion. The sadness for the loss of life, the unnecessary, tragic and heartbreaking loss of so many warriors in blue. The anguish for the wives who will never again hear the rip of Velcro, that telltale sign that he has made it home safe. They will never again say "I love you, be safe" or feel the comfort of his arms around them. The anguish for the children who will never know their parent. Those who will never get to run and jump into their fathers' arms or just sit and read a book with them. The thoughts of the daughters who have been robbed of their fathers to walk them down the aisle, the sons who will never have a mother-son dance or go fishing on a father-son trip, the forever empty chairs where their second parent should be, and the other important life events, graduations, births of children, first jobs and other firsts that will all be marred with a touch of heartache due to their loss.
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