reply to post by getreadyalready
I am very sorry for your loss. I don't know how close you were to your cousin but it doesn't matter. Another "Officer Down" call. The following
poem was on the back of Deputy York's funeral announcement:
Final Inspection
The Policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining as birghtly as his brass.
"Step forward now, officer. How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my Chruch have you been true?"
The officer squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Cause those of us who carry badges can't always be a saint.
But I never took a penny that wan't mine to keep,
Though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills just got too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear.
And sometime, God forgive me, I wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They never wanted me around, except to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be so grand.
I've never expected or had too much.
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne where the saints had often trod.
As the officer waited quietly for the answer of his God.
"Step forward now, Officer, you've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's Streets. You've done your time in Hell."
-Author Unknown-
Author Unknown