Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Lieutenant Timothy J. "Sox" Sullivan

Anaconda-Deer Lodge County Law Enforcement Department, Montana

End of Watch Sunday, February 10, 1985

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Reflections for Lieutenant Timothy J. "Sox" Sullivan

Rest in peace Lt. Sullivan.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

March 26, 2020

He was a colleague of mine although I remember him looking a lot different. Protractor.

Anaconda PD

December 25, 2019

May you rest in piece. Thank you for your service!

Don Hedbany
A friend

February 20, 2015

Dear Dad
I miss you so much and I think of you often. Thanks for everything that you did for Anaconda. But most of all thank-you for everything you did for me.
Love you

Sheryl Sullivan Braun

February 11, 2015

I loved sox sullivan with all my heart I was a young man playing football in the street with my brothers just a lad when sox would drive up in his patrol car and always talk with me for a good 15 minutes we woiuld talk about Norte dame football I will always think of you forever. Rest in peace sox. Anaconda loves you forever. Thank you buddy. Tony Strizich

Tony Strizich

January 1, 2014

Thank you for your service and for helping to make America a safer place.

Deputy Brian Jones
Boulder County Sheriff's Office, CO

November 19, 2012

Dear Grandpa, I miss you even though we never got to meet. You now have 2 grand daughters and 6 grand sons:) everyone loves you.

Grand Daughter

February 13, 2012

You've always had a special place in the heart of our family. We think of you often; and when we do...we cry. Love & miss you Sox.

Marty Lakel

August 10, 2010

Miss you deeply dad, you would very proud of your grandsons, Tim born 1992 and Zach born 1994

Dan Sullivan

March 3, 2010

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 25th 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.

Time never dimishes respect. I pray for the solace of your family.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater

February 10, 2010



February 8, 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
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

December 11, 2007

God Speed, Brother.

P.O. K.Murphy
Union PD, NJ

January 24, 2007

This date 11/9/06, I read this page and remembered. I was a domestic violence counselor in the neighboring city of Butte when Officer Sullivan was shot and killed. I remember him as a compassionate man who loved his community. We missed him then and we miss him today.
My son is now an officer in Billings, a department that will bury one of it's own today. My heart is with him and the officer's family.
Erin Garlinghouse

Safe Space DV Program

November 9, 2006

I can remember you when I was a little girl sitting on the couch at Grandma's house,you always had a smile on your face. You brought joy to all around you. Today I am working towards a career in Criminal Justice and I everyday I think of the sacrifices you made to serve those around you. How I wish you were still here today to guide me in the path I have chosen to take. However, although you are not here I know you are not far away. God Bless You Uncle Sox! We miss you greatly!!


May 27, 2005

I personally did not know you but my great uncle Jim Kane did. He worked in the Jail in Butte. I remember my uncle telling me what a very nice person you were and a good cop.
God speed.

Sgt. Andy Boyle
Kootenai County Sheriff Dept

January 20, 2004

When God Made Police Officers . . .

When the Lord was creating Police Officers, He was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

And the Lord said, "Have you read the requirements on this
order? A Police Officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform."

"They have to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day."

"They have to be in top physical condition at all times,
running on black coffee and half-eaten meals, and they have to have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands . . . no way!!"

"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it's the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before they ask, 'May I see what's in there, sir?'"
(when they already know and wish they'd taken that accounting job) "Another pair here in the side of their head for their partner's safety, and another pair of eyes here in front so they can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, 'You'll be alright, ma'am,' when they know it isn't so."

"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the Police Officer very slowly. "Can it think?" she asked.

"You bet," said the Lord, "it can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes, recite Miranda warnings in its sleep, detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop . . . and still it keeps its sense of humor. This officer also has phenomenal personal control. They can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Police Officer. "There's a leak," she pronounced, "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."

"That's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."

"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."

"You're a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," He said.

December 17, 2003

Thank you for you sacrifice. You will not be forgotten.


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