Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Thinking about my hero

Crystal Hays Bryant
Daughter

January 11, 2024

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

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

February 5, 2021

Rest in peace Officer Hays.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

February 5, 2020

It has been 18 years since your untimely death, but I have never forgotten you. I look at my Brothers and I am reminded of you, and how much they resemble you and your actions. I miss you and I am constantly reminded that you are here with me in spirit. I love you and my brothers, sisters, and I will carry on your legacy with pride.

Love your Daugher
Crystal Hays-Bryant

Crystal Hays-Bryant
Daughter

February 8, 2013

February 2nd is near and I wanted to make sure I never forget my dad and how much he means to me. I am now a deputy sheriff because I wanted to be just like him to become and officer and make an impact on people lives especially children the way he did. Just wanted to reflect and say I will always love my pops for what he was as a father, husband, and officer

Love you son,
Marcus Hays

Marcus Hays / Deputy
Caddo Parish Sheriffs Office

January 18, 2013

Happy Birthday daddy

Crystal Hays-Bryant
Daughter

April 9, 2012

My thoughts and prayers are with your loved ones and friends on this anniversary of your EOW. Continue to keep watch over them and those still out on patrol watching over the Thin Blue Line. You will never be forgotten.

James Sheppard
Father of Sgt. Jason L. Sheppard EOW 12/7/06

February 5, 2010

Daddy everyday I long for just a hug from you and sometimes when I'm discouraged I feel as if you are there, daddy I miss you so much and I know you have watched me grow from your little girl to the woman I am now daddy I love you, I miss you and I know you are here with me in spirit

Crystal Hays-Bryant
Daughter

January 20, 2010

To the family and friends of Officer Christopher Hayes and his fellow officers:

On behalf of our entire family, we wish to pay honor to Officer Hays' memory on the fourteenth anniversary of the day he so tragically lost his life.

May you be continue to be comforted by the support and caring of your law enforcement family, and other police survivors. We grieve for you and with you. Our family lost our beloved Larry Lasater when he was fatally shot in April of 2005 during a foot pursuit of two bank robbers, so we know the anquish you are still experiencing.

Please know that the brotherhood and sisterhood of law enforcement and police survivors will always be by your side on each step of the journey.

This reflection is sent with the utmost respect for the years of service he gave to his community and the citizens of Lousiana , and the supreme sacrifice he and his family made on February 5 1995.

Phyllis Loya, mother of fallen officer
Larry Lasater, Pittsburg, CA PD eow 4/24/05

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater

February 5, 2009

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE, REST IN PEACE.

N.J. TROOPER
NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE

April 29, 2008

I miss you Robo-Dad but I know that you are watching over us still!!!!

April 12, 2008

"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

February 11, 2008

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE, YOU ARE A HERO JUST BY THE PROFESSION YOU CHOSE.

Pat Van Den Berghe
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH

February 4, 2008

God Speed, Brother.

P.O.K.Murphy
Union PD, NJ

August 8, 2007

Thank you sir for the ultimate sacrifice for the people of Shreveport. RIP

December 27, 2005

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

December 5, 2004

This site helps keep your memory
alive. Thanks for your service and
ultimate sacrifice. May God continue
to watch over those left behind.
Lynn Kole
Washington State

October 31, 2004

Gone, but not forgotten brother in blue. Gods Speed.

Police Officer
Montgomery County, Md.

May 14, 2004

Each day I read the ODMP. Today I read the story of your death. Every officer who gave his/her life for us need never be forgotton. Rest in peace, sir.

03/21/04

Captain Robert W Cannon, Ret.
Vermilion Co, Il. Sheriff's Dept.

March 21, 2004