I listened to the Oakland police officer's memorial on the radio while I went about my work the other day. I had tears in my eyes all morning as I listened to the dignitaries and eulogies spoken so eloquently. I had six family members present in the Oracle Arena. My wife was there with her two sisters and sister-in law. Sitting near them were her brother and niece, both wearing blue. One, a soon to retire Oakland officer, the other, a new to the force San Jose officer.
I realized that either one of these family members could have been in this same situation at anytime during any of their work shifts. They share a bond that I will never know because of the danger they face everyday.
The four slain officers knew the risks that they faced every time they put on their uniforms, badges and guns. They knew that their fellow officers would always have their backs. They knew that they would share stories of their last shift with family and friends. A routine traffic stop and four good men die. These officers knew it could happen someday, but not on that day. Bless the families of these servants. Bless the family of blue who serve and protect. Bless my brother-in-law and niece. To them I can only say this: serve well, stay strong and come home to your family after every shift. We love you.