Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

You were my great-grandfather. It fills me with pride the ultimate sacrifice you made to keep the citizens of Asheville safe. You son grew up to be an outstanding man, and your two grandsons (one of them my father), went on to serve in WWII and be wonderful examples to their own families. God Bless You!

Robin Bailey Benoit
Great-Granddaughter

July 12, 2015

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 103rd anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service to my home state and the birthplace of my son. 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
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater

November 13, 2009

Officer Bailey, You were my grandmother Taylor's first husband. You were a well loved husband and father. Thank you for your courage and for doing a job others would not want to do. When my father was a little boy he heard stories about you and your bravery. I hope someday we will get to meet one another in heaven. God Bless you and keep you.

Sgt. S.T. Lambert
Buncombe County Sheriff's Department

June 30, 2008

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service

Pat Van Den Berghe, Manchester, NH
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH

November 28, 2007

Officer Bailey, You are remembered today in our hearts, and will forever be in our memories. Our Hero's never die. Thank you for your service to Asheville. I salute you Sir, For your ultimate sacrifice..
Mother-in-law of: Sgt. Jeffrey T. Hewitt EOW 04-04-04
Asheville, N.C. Carolyn Moore

Carolyn Moore

May 15, 2007

The policeman stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry a badge
can't always be a saint."

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at time I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've 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 never expected or had too much,
But if you don't I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his god.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've born your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell"

GREGG HOUSTON
SOUTH CAROLINA

September 20, 2004