Officer Code W. Beverly Jr. San Francisco Police Department California Friday, January 28, 1972  Leave a Reflection  Return to Memorial  Print This Page  Continue Building Book  Page: 1 of 1

Dear Code,

So many memories: a younger sister's admiration for her big brother; finally becoming close as only teenagers could; sharing the joys of courting then marrying Ruth; the birth of your two beautiful girls Judi and Katie, I'm grateful for what you did and for the good memories. I miss you Code.

Anonymous

2009-01-28

Hello Dad,

I miss you, and think of you and Mom not only today, but everyday.

I Love You Both :-)

Katie
Daughter
2009-01-28

My Uncle, My Mom's Brother, and the first tradgedy that affected our family. My Mom and Uncle Code's sister, Judy-Clare pulled my sisters and I out of school that fateful day, and I just remember telling my teacher, it was okay, it was not my Uncle, cause he was hospitalized, but was okay. She, of course knew different.
Even after all these years, the day, the memorial, the grace of Uncle Code's wife, Ruth, as she made sure all the cousins got their homemade plates and kept us going.
My memory is of Ruth telling someone, as they asked her how she endured, and her saying one day, she saw a new flower and knew she would go on, and go on with grace she did, as she raised her 2 daughters, Judy and Katie.
Uncle Code's sacrifice and the sadness of the void of his absence is always present, and my heart continues to hurt for those left behind.
Cassandra "Cassie" Cook

Anonymous

2008-11-27

Dear Code,
Some of the best moments of my life revolve around you.
Kevin

Anonymous

2008-11-25

Officer Beverly your work on this Earth as we know it is done. You are in God's Hands now brother. May you rest in peace.

SGT. Daryl Brewer
Clarksville Police Dept. Clarksville, Tennessee
2008-04-17

Judi,
I was reading your sister's and your beautiful words to your father. It reminds me so much of my sister and me. Just like you, we were at school when our mom came to get us. Everyone looked so upset and we didn't know why. And like you, our mom told us on the way home what happened to our dad. My dad loved to fish too and I was the only one of his three kids that loved to go with him. I didn't even like to fish, I just wanted to be near him. Lake Tahoe was his favorite place to fish.
I feel like I've found a kindred spirit in you. I was 8 years old when Dad died. How old were you?
I'm so sorry to hear about your mother. But what a beautiful sight it must be to imagine her in your father's arms again. My mother is still living and even got remarried, but she was never the same, as I imagine your mother wasn't either.
How precious it must be to know that you were your Daddy's last thought. God bless you....

Taryn Walters Ontiveros
Daughter of Officer Larry E. Walters EOW 11-13-74
2008-02-19

You are not forgotten; you and Mom are in my thoughts every day.

36 Years ago yesterday, and I remember every moment of the days before you passed. They said you were coming home, that was why we could not visit you in the Hospital. I remember the last fishing trip that we took to Mt. Shasta. You took me while you went fly fishing, and I was the reason you did not catch anything. You told me not to come too close, and I fell in the ice-cold water. You were there to save me, and keep me warm. I know I should have listened but I wanted to be closer to you. You and Mom have taught me life is short and enjoy every moment you have, tell people you care about them, and be happy.

I decided not to write yesterday, I took the day off of work, took the horse for a ride, and did a lot of thinking about you, Mom and many more people that are with you that have touched our life in many ways.

You have a Great Grandson “Landon”. He was born March 20th. He is a big happy baby boy. I look at this web site all the time, and want to write, but it’s not that easy. I miss you and Mom so much. You both were taken away too early, but I also know you both accomplished so much while you were here.

Katie
Daughter
2008-01-29

No fellow California law enforcement personnel killed in the line-of-duty, should be forgotten.

Officer Beverly, may Your Soul Rest-In-Peace.

Maj M. B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD
2008-01-28

My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family on this anniversary.

Former N.H. Police Officer
Fauquier County, VA
2008-01-27

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

Pat Van Den Berghe
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH
2008-01-25

"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
2007-09-20

Thirty five years ago today, I was 8 years old and can still remember like it was yesterday, when I was called down to the school office. My teachers were so upset and I didn't know why. Mom was there with Katie. She told us what happened to you while she was driving us home. I wanted to see you, but mom just wanted to wait until you felt better. I still have the piece of paper you wrote on, "How are the girls?" We always came first. We never did get to see you. Your sister just recently told me about your last moments here. Mom loved you so much. I'm glad you guys are back together again, but miss the two of you so much.

Judi

2007-01-28

You should have more praises and reflections than just 1 page. You were not engaged in any activity other than walking to your assigned beat to provide safety and protection to the people of San Francisco. Thank Ofc. Beverly for your service, dedication, and ultimate sacrafice.

Ofc. Eric Chiang
San Francisco Police Department - Bayview District
2006-10-18

Officer Code, I was born on Jan. 29th 1972,the day after your brutal murder. I have just taking a job in law enforcement and was told about this web site a few days ago. I would like to say thank you for protecting the citizens of San Francisco and I will pray for your family. From what we have been taught, up to this point it doesn't seen there is any thing to protect L.E.O.s from situations like yours. You are a true hero. I will keep you and your family in my prays. R.I.P.

Recruit
EPSO
2006-03-08

I didn't forget you dad
I'm here today
To pay tribute to your memory
On this sad day.

I can't visit your grave
It's too far away
But one day I'll see you
I wait for that day.

I know you can see me
And all that I do
I hope you are pleased
With the life that I choose.

Your memory lives on
In my heart and soul
My love for you
Will never grow cold.

On May the twenty third
You reached down your hand
To help mom on her trip
To the Pomised Land.

In a vision I could see
Your smiling face
As you reached for her gently
She accepted with grace.

You're together again
My mom and my dad
I know that you'll help her
And for this I am glad.

I go on with my life
And take it day by day
Katie and I
Will see you both someday.

I MISS YOU BOTH!

2006-01-28

I NEVER DREAMED IT WOULD ME ME,
MY NAME FOR ALL ETERNITY.
RECORDED HERE AT THIS HALLOWED PLACE,
ALAS, MY NAME, NO MORE MY FACE.
"IN THE LINE OF DUTY" I HEAR THEM SAY.
MY FAMILY NOW THE PRICE TO PAY.
MY FOLDED FLAG STAINED WITH THEIR TEARS,
WE ONLY HAD THOSE FEW SHORT YEARS.
THE BADGE NO LONGER ON MY CHEST,
I SLEEP NOW IN ETERNAL REST.
MY SWORD I PASS TO THOSE BEHIND,
AND PRAY THEY KEEP THIS THOUGHT IN MIND.
I NEVER DREAMED IT WOULD BE ME,
AND WITH A HEAVY HEART AND BENDED KNEE,
I ASK FOR ALL HERE FROM THE PAST,

DEAR GOD LET MY NAME BY THE LAST

ANONYMOUS

2005-09-14

Officer Beverly,
On today, the 33rd anniversary of your murder, I would like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice to the citizens of San Francisco.
R.I.P.
Anonymous

2005-01-28