Officer Down Memorial Page

When I was young
My dad would say
Come on son let's go out and play
Sometimes it seems like yesterday

And then when I was by myself
I'd climb up the closet shelf
Grab his hat and fix the brim
Pretending I was him

No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye

He always took care of mom and me
We all cut down the Christmas tree
He always had time for me

Wind blows through the trees
Streetlights they still shine bright
Most things are the same
But I miss my dad tonight

I walk by a Salvation Army store
Saw a hat like my daddy wore
Tried it on and fixed the brim
I'm still trying to be like him

No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye

I miss you pop.

Your son.

Harry Troxlair, Jr.
St. John the Baptist Parish Sheriff's Dept.
March 28, 2007

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