As I get older I find that horrible tragedies that I heard about when I was younger that never happened to anyone I know, now happens to people I know.


Today is the funeral for a local police officer who was shot in the back, by accident during a training session for rookies.  He is survived by a wife and two children, a six year old daughter and a 3 year old son.  The guy who shot him was a friend and now is in a mental institution.

I just got done watching the hearse and 40 police cars, from all over the state and NJ, drive by my house on the way to the service.  I held the baby and watched as I bawled.

These people are my friend Jen's (not from the board Jens...) best friends.  Jen's Dh sat in ICU with the wife as she watched her husband die.  He was shot at 3:30ish and was pronounced dead by 4:20.


As the widow of a cop, she will be set financially for life; however, all the money in the world can't by her the one thing she wants... her husband back.  I feel like I can't breath when I think of how hard it is going once the childrend realize what is going on.  She has to be strong for her children.  How do you do that when someone rips your heart out and you are vacant inside? 


So if you have a moment, say a prayer for this woman and her children.  I know I will be. 

Thanks.