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There's a relatively new effort to bring Memorial Day back to it's original purpose, to remember those who have served and protected us, and have fallen in the line of duty. Called Carry the Load, people walk, often carrying full packs, for weeks, coming from around the nation to Dallas for a touching Memorial Day ceremony.
As they walk they are asked, "Who are you carrying the load for.
I can't stand, let alone walk. And no one asks me that question. But I have an answer; I carry the load for Officer Ronnie Cox and his family, whether blood or blue.
I lived in Addison. I had many health problems, leading to any number of 911 calls. In Addison, such calls were not only rapidly answered; they were well attended, by police, fire & ems personnel. There were also a few encounters with police officers due to lost children in the neighborhood, vandalism, and the like. If I were hospitalized, the police were always informed.
Somewhere in the course of events Officer Cox started watching out for me. He stopped by often, usually with a tip on staying safe. And I'd better carry through with them! I was never supposed to open the door to anyone I didn't know. Just days before he was taken from us someone knocked and said "Police." It sounded like him through the crackle of the intercom so I opened the door! Big mistake! Officer Cox was all over me about "You couldn't be sure who was there! You couldn't see my car from the front window! And you certainly didn't do what I told you about calling 911 and asking if someone was supposed to be coming by!" He was right on every count. "We don't want to loose you!" He said it that night, as he had on other visits. And then I, we lost him.
May 28, 2016