Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Probationary Police Officer Neil McGroary

New York City Police Department, New York

End of Watch Sunday, September 22, 1991

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Reflections for Probationary Police Officer Neil McGroary

Officer McGroary,
On today, the 30th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of New York City. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous
United States Border Patrol

September 22, 2021

Rest in peace and always know that your service and sacrifice will never be forgotten by your law enforcement brethren.

Detective Cpl/3 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police (Retired)

September 22, 2020

Love you brother, it's been 30 years , still missin ya...

Best friend Mike Russo
Friend

April 20, 2020

Thinking about you every day, brother.

Kevin McGroary
Brother

May 14, 2019

Rest in peace Probationary Officer Mcgroary. Sad and tragic. A hero forever.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

February 2, 2019

Rest well in Heaven my brother.

Lieutenant Raymond Flores
NYPD (retired)

September 22, 2018

Rest well in Heaven my brother.

Lieutenant Raymond Flores
NYPD (retired)

September 22, 2018

Rest in peace.

Lieutenant Ray Flores
NYPD (retired)

September 22, 2017

Rest in peace.

Lt. Jim Russo

September 22, 2017

I said a little prayer today for Police Officer McGroary and his family. He may be gone but never forgotten. He will always be a New York HERO.

Robyn Wilkes

September 17, 2015

You have not been forgotten. Continue to keep watch over your loved ones and those still out on patrol.

Bob Gordon
Father of Fallen Chicago Officer: Michael P. Gordon, EOW: 8/8/04

September 22, 2013

Miss you my brother...it's been 22 years. although I often feel your presence , I still wish you were here.

mike Russo
Best friend

August 14, 2013

Enjoy fair winds and following seas on your journey, brother.

Kevin McGroary
Brother

May 11, 2013

Officer McGroary,
On today, the 21st anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of New York City. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous
U.S. Border Patrol

September 22, 2012

A great kid from the neighborhood. My family remembers you well and our sympathy goes out to yours.

Kevin Lumley

September 11, 2012

Rest well, brother.

Kevin McGroary
Brother

December 30, 2011

You have not been forgotten. Keep watch over all of your loved ones and those still out on patrol.

Bob Gordon
Father of Chicago Officer: Michael P. Gordon, EOW: 8/8/04

September 22, 2011

Rest in Peace, Brother. May God watch over you and your family.

RETIRED DETECTIVE FRANK DEMARCO
NEW YORK CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT

September 22, 2009

Brother McGroary, honoring and remember you on your 18 year EOW. Rest easy Officer...

Anonymous

September 22, 2009

Your service is honored today, the 19th anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya

Anonymous

September 22, 2009

"The Badge"

He starts his shift each day
To respond to calls unknown.
He drives a marked patrol car.
A police officer he is known.

He's paid by the citizens' taxes
To make it safe on the streets.
But he usually has a second job
'Cause a waitress has his salary beat.

Now he doesn't know a holiday
'Cause he works all year round.
And when Thanksgiving and Christmas finally arrive
At his home he cannot be found.

He's cursed and assaulted often,
The one whos blood runs blue.
He seldom ever gets a thanks,
To some he's just a fool.

His friends are always other cops
'Cause people just don't understand
That underneath his badge and gun,
He's just another man.

He knows there might not be a tomorrow
In this world of drugs and crime.
And he gets so mad at the court system
'Cause the crooks don't get any time.

And each day when he leaves for work,
He prays to God above.
Please bring me home after my shift
So I can see the ones I love.

But tonight he stops a speeding car,
He's alone down this ole' highway.
It's just a little traffic infraction.
He does it everyday.

Well, he walks up to the driver's window,
And his badge is shining bright.
He asked the guy for a driver's license,
When a shot rang through the night.

Yes, the bullet hit its mark,
Striking the officer in the chest.
But the Department's budget didn't buy
Each officer a bullet-proof vest.

So he lay on the ground bleeding.
His blood wasn't blue - His blood was red.
And briefly he thought of his loved ones
'Cause in a moment the officer was dead.

In the news they told the story
Of how this officer had died.
And some who listened cared less,
But those who loved him cried.

Well, they buried him in uniform
With his badge pinned on his chest.
He even had his revolver,
He died doing his best.

Written By:
David L. Bell
Sergeant
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC

January 2, 2008

Remembering you on the anniversary of your death. May God comfort
all those who are still grieving your passing. Life is difficult at times
and the Lord Jesus wants to help carry our burdens. He gives us many
beautiful promises in His Word to help us through our valleys. I pray you
will feel His presence and know His peace. God bless!

Lynn Kole
Washington State

September 22, 2003

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