Police Officer Milton I. Spell Baltimore City Police Department Maryland Thursday, August 15, 1974  Leave a Reflection  Return to Memorial  Print This Page  Continue Building Book  Page: 1 of 1

As my career's end is coming closer, I decided to check and find those who had lost their lives during the year that I was hired. While it's been many years since your passing, I'm sure those you left behind and those whom with you served with distinction have kept you alive in their memories. Thank you for your service and for looking out for us who continue in our chosen profession. Rest in peace Officer Spell.

Sgt. Robert Mau Sr.
PD Joliet IL
2008-12-18

RIP.You will never be forgotten.

Anonymous

2008-09-19

My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.

Former Police Officer
District Heights Police Dept. (MD)
2008-08-15

Grandfather,

I have so much to tell you, so much to say; I have so much to give you, so many hugs . . . Although we have never met, you have influenced me greatly. I am you, you are within my soul. The breath that you lost, is the air that fills my lungs. My grandfather, I am your first born's first born. Your second daughter's son and I look more and more like you as we grow. I have your eyebrows, your ears, and from this picture I even lean my head to the side when I take pictures, like you do. Here I am 33 years after you passed and I am looking at your picture, wishing I could see you in person. I don't even know what it is like to hear you say my name. I yearn to hear your laugh. I will never be able to sit down and recieve my grandfather's words of wisdom, but there is one thing that you have given me. You have given me a reason to be strong and hold my head up. Too many strong black men are dying in these streets over nothing. I am going to stay in school and earn my education, and some day I am going to let the world know that Milton Spell's grandson is a fighter. I know that I do not bear your last name, but I will carry on your legacy. Grandfather, I am so good at music you would be proud of me. Grandma has told me so much about your musical talent. I wish I could play the violin and the piano like you did. I write music granddad, and I'm good at it. One day I hope to recreate some of your music. That is an ultimate goal of mine. If I could accomplish that I feel as though, I will have made you proud. I just wanted to take some time and talk to you granddad. You may be a fallen hero but you are definitely not a forgotten hero. You are my hero, my inspiration, and my heart beat. My heart beats to the rythm of your footsteps as you walk through the pearly gates of heaven with your head held high and not a tear in your eye. Your family is here and we will always remember the great man you were and you will always be. Rest in Peace.

Your Grandson,
J. Jackson

J, Jackson
Grandson
2007-12-08

"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
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and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
2007-11-07

My loving father, I thank God for you giving me life. A life in which your physical presence is greatly missed. Through Tanya and I, we will always remind your grandchildren of your ultimate sacrifice.
Your daughter,
Michelle

Michelle V. Spell

2006-01-17

My loving husband your presence is greatly missed. The wonderful times we shared out weigh the tremendous absence I feel living without you. I will always love you and hold you deeply embedded in my heart.

Mrs. Carrol Spell

2006-01-17

We ask Thy blessings and eternal rest to all our brothers and sisters
Who have sacrificed their very lives in the performance of
their duties. Give their loved ones the peace and
Strength to bear the anguish of their loss. Remove all
resentment from their hearts, knowing that eternal
peace and rest will abide their departed loved ones
forever. This we beg, Thy name forever and ever,
Amen.

Ret. Officer William Hackley
Baltimore Police
2005-11-21

My name is Tanya Spell. I am the youngest daughter of Milton Spell. He also left behind a wife named Carrol and an older daughter named Michelle. Although it has been 31 years since my father has been gone, his memory still lives on.

Tanya Spell

2005-08-22

ONE MOMENT

In the whisper of the wind,
I felt God embrace me.
As the voice of a loved one,
I heard God speak to me
Looking in a mirror
I saw God smile at me.
One moment and I knew
That God and I were one.

BeeQue

2005-02-26

you are not forgotten. you are remembered with honor. God Bless You and those you left behind.

auxiliary chief of police
rock island police department, il
2003-10-23

Although I do not know how you died, I'm sure you did so with dignity and bravery. You can now rest in peace.

Ofc. Culver
HHPD