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Monday, February 7th, 2011
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Loss 2.0
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I havent written in quite a long time .
I haven’t had much to say.
Today begins a very long week.
Last week we suffered a loss of epic porportions at my job.
One of my officers passed away while in the city unrelated to work.
I can honestly say most of my “issues” with 223 where that he was always HAPPY.
Its so assinine when I think about it now. But he was. He was one of those rainbows and glitter kind of people. Always happy never had a bad day( grumpy, sleepy mad at life) not in 5 years. Didn’t matter days, nights, up, down or sideways. Tink was always happy. AND me– I’m the antithesis of that most days. Not so much unhappy as slow moving AND grumpy. I love to work but I’d rather do it from home.
I think that my resolve to be a better person helped me with one of my last interactions with Tink. I was in posession of his handcuffss from a previous arrest and he came by 150 to get them. My rookie said she’d never been handcuffed and I was commenting how smooth Tinks cuffs were locking and unlocking. He was explaining howoftern he oiled them and what with. He then offered to “secure for fit” the cuffs on my rook. Nothing of significance or epic porportions but we hadn”t talked in a long long time about anything unjob related.
I’m thankful for that. I’m sad for his passing. It was a reminder for me. Always part on a good word a happy word even– because you never know. This morning I looked at the sky like I do since daddy died and said good morning to my pops and added Tink’s name. You see I believe that heaven is up there in the clouds with the stars and the moon. I believe that our loved ones are there in a happier place and every now and again they look out of their window and see us and wish us well. I’d like to think that as two veterans they might run into each other … maybe maybe not.
Tink left the precinct to get some bootpolish from the store… a few minutes later he called 911 in distress shortly after my officers arrived he left labor for reward. He is missed. He is loved
(whistles charge)