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Police Officer Eryk Todd Heck

Allen County Sheriff's Department, Indiana

End of Watch Friday, August 15, 1997

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Reflections for Police Officer Eryk Todd Heck

Rest in Peace, Officer Heck. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

February 4, 2013

Thninking of you....gonna see Taylor and Deb today! Will we ever stop missing you!?


November 22, 2012

Thoughts and prayers for the loved ones left behind, now some 15 years later. I will always remember you, my friend.


August 17, 2012

Eryk, I miss you everday and love you so much. I bet you and Dad are golfing and having a great time in heaven.

Love you,

Vikki Bobay

August 15, 2012

psalm 35

1Contend, O LORD, with those who contend with me;
Fight against those who fight against me.

2Take hold of buckler and shield
And rise up for my help.

3Draw also the spear and the battle-axe to meet those who pursue me;
Say to my soul, “I am your salvation.”

4Let those be ashamed and dishonored who seek my life;
Let those be turned back and humiliated who devise evil against me.

5Let them be like chaff before the wind,
With the angel of the LORD driving them on.

6Let their way be dark and slippery,
With the angel of the LORD pursuing them.

7For without cause they hid their net for me;
Without cause they dug a pit for my soul.

8Let destruction come upon him unawares,
And let the net which he hid catch himself;
Into that very destruction let him fall.

9And my soul shall rejoice in the LORD;
It shall exult in His salvation.

10All my bones will say, “LORD, who is like You,
Who delivers the afflicted from him who is too strong for him,
And the afflicted and the needy from him who robs him?”

11Malicious witnesses rise up;
They ask me of things that I do not know.

12They repay me evil for good,
To the bereavement of my soul.

13But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth;
I humbled my soul with fasting,
And my prayer kept returning to my bosom.

14I went about as though it were my friend or brother;
I bowed down mourning, as one who sorrows for a mother.

15But at my stumbling they rejoiced and gathered themselves together;
The smiters whom I did not know gathered together against me,
They slandered me without ceasing.

16Like godless jesters at a feast,
They gnashed at me with their teeth.

17Lord, how long will You look on?
Rescue my soul from their ravages,
My only life from the lions.

18I will give You thanks in the great congregation;
I will praise You among a mighty throng.

19Do not let those who are wrongfully my enemies rejoice over me;
Nor let those who hate me without cause wink maliciously.

20For they do not speak peace,
But they devise deceitful words against those who are quiet in the land.

21They opened their mouth wide against me;
They said, “Aha, aha, our eyes have seen it!”

22You have seen it, O LORD, do not keep silent;
O Lord, do not be far from me.

23Stir up Yourself, and awake to my right
And to my cause, my God and my Lord.

24Judge me, O LORD my God, according to Your righteousness,
And do not let them rejoice over me.

25Do not let them say in their heart, “Aha, our desire!”
Do not let them say, “We have swallowed him up!”

26Let those be ashamed and humiliated altogether who rejoice at my distress;
Let those be clothed with shame and dishonor who magnify themselves over me.

27Let them shout for joy and rejoice, who favor my vindication;
And let them say continually, “The LORD be magnified,
Who delights in the prosperity of His servant.”

28And my tongue shall declare Your righteousness
And Your praise all day long.


August 15, 2012

Happpy early birthday! <3
love and miss you a lot, you'll always be in my heart.

Taylor Payge Heck

April 18, 2012

Love and Miss you Daddy! You'll never be forgotten!

Taylor Payge

February 7, 2012

I just visited you again a few hours ago and when I came home I saw that Taylor had posted this site on her FaceBook page! I worked with your mom on several cases after I was sworn-in Sept. of 1974 and she was a great cop. I remember how proud she was when you were sworn in. The first mother - son team on the Department. And I could tell you were going to follow in her footsteps when you worked for me. For some reason this site made me remember a man hunt we were involved in in the Grabill area in the late 70's. Your mom got a tip where the 2 suspects were hiding and a K-9 officer & myself met her at the house. In just a short time, while we were searching, a relative attacked us and I can still see Gerri standing on the porch juggling her gun and our 2 shotguns we threw her while we subdued the attacker. And I'll never forget her standing up and hugging me at your funeral and pleading with me -"Please don't let this happen to you!" After that, every recruit class I helped teach at the ILEA I tried to instill safety for themselves and their pardners during the drug traffic stops. When I finally called 10-42 for the last time after 37 yrs as an officer I realized that you must have heard Gerri's plea and had been helping my guarding angel keep me safe those last 12 yrs. [Lord knows he needed the help]. Most of us old timers have gone on to other things now and a lot of the "young bucks" don't even remember who we were or knew us. But there is not one single member of the Department that doesn't remember you and your sacrfice for the safety of the citizins and fellow officers of Allen County Indiana on Aug 15, 1997.

Until our next visit --

Sgt. Steve Haxby (retired)
Allen County Police Dept. - Drug Task Force

January 8, 2012

daddy it gets hard sometimes thinking about what my life would be like if you were still here with me. i miss you a lot. <3 it gets really hard some days, but i just pull through because i know that's what you'd want me to do. i know i have't been the best person, but i really am trying to be what you want me to be in life. i love you daddy <3


Taylor Payge Heck

January 8, 2012

It is because of the dedication and sacrifices of such police officers that I had volunteered a huge amount of time to Civil Defense efforts back in the CD days. To work with them and next to them was an honor. To Officer Heck's daughter, your father was a hero and the very reason so many others have discovered the best qualities of who they are in order to serve their communities in their own way and to best of their ability.
You have so much to be proud of.

Corp. of Comm
CPCD, HCD (defunct)

January 5, 2012

I didn't know officer Heck. But as the Christmas season approaches, we miss family that has moved on to a better place even more. I just wanted to let the entire family of Officer Heck that he has not been forgotten! God Bless

R Koehler

December 9, 2011

I miss you dad. <3
love you alot.
14 years is a long time!

well gotta go, im at school:)

Taylor Payge Heck

November 2, 2011

Here I sit on the eve of the anniversary of your death and all I can remember about today 14 years ago was watching Taylor so Deb could go to the dentist. Deb came to pick her up and Vikki and I had Tay under the tree in front of my condo playing on a blanket. It was a beautiful day and we were having so much fun with Taylor and visiting with Deb. She brought up that you knew who had been breaking into the houses in your area but just couldn't catch him. I wonder if we had only known then what we could have done differently!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would have tied you to a chair and never let you loose! So much heartache could have been avoided if only.......
I think of you every day and tell Eryn about you all the time. I so wish you could have met her...she talks about you sometimes like she knew makes me think you two met in heaven! I miss you every day and can't wait until I can see you forever again!!!!!!!!!!

Love ya...Shel'

Michelle James RN

August 14, 2011


What brought me back here today was the C.O.P.S. ride into Fort Wayne today. They were visiting the police & firefighter memorial, and immediately, I think of you. I sit here crying as I read the comments left by family & friends, and I feel their pain.

I think of you from time to time, and the family you left behind. I pray for Deb & Taylor and their life without you. I pray that you are watching Taylor grow up from heaven. You were a great friend and role model.

Just wanted you to know that I have not forgotten about you. You will always be a hero of mine.

I am always available to help anyone in your family if a need arises.


Thomas Monnier

July 27, 2011


Taylor will know her Daddy. Daddys never leave their daughters, not even in death. He will always be with her through you. She will know how wonderful he is through you and so many other who will share Eryk's love for her with her. He will work through you to show her how he loves her, to hug her and to be there for her even though he cannot physically be there.

Taylor, your Daddy loves you more than you will ever know. If you ever want to know how special he is, just ask your mom or any of his friends. They will tell you. If you ever want a hug from your daddy, just ask your mom for one, he will hug you through her.

God Bless you both.


October 18, 2010

How can I still cry so badly 13 years later? I miss you so very much! I hate this day !!! I hate the way you died! I hate that you are gone! I hate that Taylor never got to know you!


August 15, 2010

May God grant Officer Heck's Family, Fellow Officers, and Friends, the Serenity to accept the things they can not change, Courage to change the things they can, and the Wisdom to know the difference..Rest in Peace Warrior... Your Sacrifice will never be forgotten..May God give your family Peace on this anniversary of your murder..

Officer Debra McFall Ross
East Buffalo Twp Police, Lewisburg, Pa.

August 15, 2010

Sounds like someone should posthumously get a medal of honor, or whatever his departments highest and most distinguished medal is. Top 1% for sure. Rest easy brother.

Semper Fi


July 23, 2010

Taylor is at our house this, what a very nice young lady she is turning out to be. She has a stubborn streak in her and I'm not sure where she may have gotten that? I am folding some of the law enforcement clothes that you left behind. I couldn't make it through without crying still after almost 13 years. Susanne and I are going to make Taylor a quilt from them so she can keep them forever. I sense that Taylor wants to know more and more lately about you and that she is saddened by not having grown up with you as a dad. That is what makes me cry the hardest....what you both missed out on. I would give my life to bring you back to her. I miss you and your goofiness!! Love you soooo much...Shel'


July 1, 2010

Officer Heck, You are a true hero. May God bless you and your family.

A Texas StreetCop


June 11, 2010

Had Taylor over Thanksgiving weekend.....what a wonderful child and person she is turning out to be. It makes me so sad to know that she will never really know you except for our stories and pictures of you. I miss you so much every day and wish I could tell you that one more time! Someday in heaven.....


December 2, 2009

I was just telling someone about you today. I told them about what a Hero you were. When asked if I could do what you did, I could only answer "I can only hope I am half as brave as he was".

God Speed Brother....


October 7, 2009

Thinking of you and all of your loved ones today and every day. Continue to watch over them. You are a true hero and heroes never die. You have not been forgotten nor will that ever be the case.

Bob Gordon
Father of Chicago Officer: Michael P. Gordon, EOW: 8/8/04

August 15, 2009

I miss you!


February 12, 2009

To the family of Police Officer Eryk Todd Heck,
My heart feels your pain. I lost my son to gun fire also.

I wanted to share my loss with you. I too pursued a civil suite with the owners (the murder' parents) of the shotgun that killed my son. This suite was ruled in my favor by a out-of-court mediator. I struggle every day to come up with a way to honor Timmy's life and try to think of way to promote gun safety in the home. I have yet to think of a positive way.

The Murder of My Son, Timothy Darin Pruett
My name is Glenda O’Neill, and I am the mother of Timothy Darin Pruett.
On March 1, 1985, my son was placed in my arms for the first time, just minutes after he took his first breath. He was so precious, his face so flawless, his skin so soft and I whispered, “I love you son” for the first time. I was so blessed to have this nine-pound baby boy. I thanked God everyday for my children.
On May 30, 2005, at approximately 3:00 in the afternoon, I heard the most deafening (blasts/shots) sounds I have ever heard in my life. I ran from the backyard to the front yard of my home and then to the front porch, A young man named, Jake Carroll, approached me at my front door, and I asked, “what are you doing here?” he replied without remorse, “I shot your son. I ran into the house frantically looking for Timmy. The house was filled with black smoke due to the aftermath of the gunfire. There in the back hall lay Timmy wounded by multiple gunshots to his chest. He had a cordless phone in his hands, and he died with his big brown eyes open. I kept saying over and over, “Talk to Mommy, Talk to Mommy.” I knew in my heart my baby was gone.
The night before, Timmy fell asleep on my loveseat with his long legs hanging off the cushions. Who knew that as I wished him good night and covered him up it was for the last time.
I will try to find the words to tell you how Timmy’s murder has impacted my life, but there are no words adequate enough to describe the pain, anger, and despair that I’ve felt from his murder. Timmy’s murder took everything from me. It took my rest and my peace. Sometimes the feeling of despair becomes so overwhelming, so deep, that it literally takes my breath away.
I never know what sound or what sight is going to trigger in my mind a memory. I cry at the simple pleasures of life, such as seeing a young man at the mall wearing the same type baggy Colts shorts that used to be Timmy’s favorite. And, while the memories of Timmy are so sweet, I must accept the realization that he is dead. And each time that realization hits my heart - it is devastating.
Timmy was an only son. He was my best friend, and he did not deserve to be so cruelly taken. I do not deserve to live the rest of my life with this pain and agony without my child.

Timmy was a joy, a loving and giving young man with a heart as big as the world.
His murder took an only brother, a devoted grandson, a fun-loving nephew, a dear to heart cousin and a treasured friend and buddy who was greatly loved. It’s been almost a year, and I have watched as my family struggled with their pain, anger, and grief.
Timmy loved me unconditionally, a love that no one can replace.
Sometimes the flashbacks of the murder seem to take over my being. A terrorist took Timmy’s life, and we can do nothing but cry, and ask why?, over and over.
Jake Carroll took from my daughter a brother she loved from the day I brought him home. They never fought, and Timmy watched over Ashley as if he was her big brother.
Our world has been shattered; and my grandchildren have lost some of their innocence. . . they are now painfully aware that there is violence and evil in this world. The twelve year old has not slept alone since that day. The three year old knows about murder…think about that! A three year old asking, “Why did that boy shoot Timmy?” “Timmy’s in heaven, right? Or, telling me, “Nana, I know God will give you another Timmy.”
The pain contnues; the nightmares continue to haunt me day in and day out. I never go more than two minutes of my waking life without thinking about Timmy being executed in his own home.
The “What Ifs,” of this horrific day go on and on, such as:
• What if I would have been inside…I would have died for him if I could have.
• Could we have persuaded Jake from this heinous crime, if we would have had the opportunity?
• What if the grandchildren had beenin the house?
• Why didn’t Timmy tell us Jake was circling the block?
• Why didn’t Timmy scream for help?
• What if Jaclyn had left with Jake when he came?
Timmy had a decent job that he enjoyed and was doing very well. He worked at the Crane Marina, and to him it was great. Money meant nothing to him. Material things were last on his list of the important things in life. Timmy always looked for the good in someone and NEVER spoke ill of anyone, or ever raised his hand to anybody.
His life was finally coming together as he wanted. He used to say, “Mom, if I could turn out to be half the person you are, I would be totally happy.”
“What might Timmy have been?,” runs through my mind nonstop:
• Who would he have married?
• How many children would he have, and whowould they have looked like?
• Would Timmy have stayed in the area or moved away?
• Would he have realized he was wasting time with Jaclyn?
Timmy would have been a wonderful father, because he loved being around children. He used to swing our granddaughter forever without hesitating.
Would Timmy have made a greater impact in this world than he had at the time of his death? That we will never know, but to the people who knew and loved Timmy, the impact he made on our lives at such a young age, is immeasurable, and we cry out at the injustice of his murder.
Timmy was compassionate, caring and generous. He never judged anyone because of the color of their skin, religion, or bank account. Timmy was charming yet hard-headed at the same time.
What I miss most about Timmy are the little things in life. Any parent who has buried their child lives in a different world. People walk away from you in order not to be confronted with trying to say the right thing, which I know is hard. People never look at you the same, as if a part of your broken heart is somehow visible.

A small list of my loving memories of Timmy and little things I miss . . .
• His baggy jeans with no butt.
• Telling him to get a haircut.
• Watching him rolls his eyes when I asked what he wanted to be when he grew up.
• Listening to him mumble-talk when he walked away.
• Receiving his endless hugs.
• Hearing his voice telling me “he loves me.”
• Receiving his sweet Mother’s Day and Birthday cards, in which he always wrote a special note.
• Laughing at him, laughing at me when I tried to dance or sing.
• Him lecturing me not to be so judgemental with people.
• Listening to his plans of moving into his new house and helping get the basics household items.
• The phone calls and his voice asking, “What’s for supper?”
• His voice coming through the back door and saying, “Hi Bo-dog (his step-day), Hi Mom, what’s up?”
• Sitting down with him and just talking, laughing, and him re-assuring me that I was “the best Mom anyone could ask for.”
• Timmy always called me “Martha Stewart” and made fun of me relentlessly for how I kept house. He would drop by at 10:00 at night, and I would be sweeping my front porch and he say “MOM…stop, people are going to think your crazy!”
My horrendous memories of the past months, days and last hours of Timmy’s Life’
• On the Saturday before his death he told me about his friend Jaclyn, letting me know she had a baby boy fathered by Jake, that she was only 17, that her Grandmother watched him most of the time. And, if he brought her to meet me, I was to be nice to her (he knew I wouldn’t like her). And his last statement about Jaclyn was, “Oh yeah Jake is going to shoot me if I don’t stop seeing her.”
• Seeing the cordless phone in Timmy’s hand as the only means of defense sickens me as to how my baby must have been terrified as he drew is last breath.
• Not really knowing if Timmy suffered.
• The echoes of my own voice screaming non-stop as I lay out in my driveway, “please God don’t let my baby die.”
• Remembering the look of pity from all those at my house who attempted CPR, they knew but couldn’t prevail that there wasn’t a glimmer of hope. How could I ever be grateful enough for all those who tried to save my baby’s life?
• Seeing the pandemonium on my property, investigators, TV crews, state police, local police, neighbors, and the yellow tape being wrapped around my home.
• The drive to the Washington Hospital seemed a million miles away.
• Being put in a waiting room while they attempted to work on Timmy and praying so hard that I thought I was going to pass out.
• The official statement from the Doctor who worked on Timmy…’I am sorry… the wounds were too…we tried all we could…and they say, “you can come and tell him good-bye.”
• Lying on the floor in the ER room next to Timmy begging God to wake me up from this living nightmare.
• Trying to greet the hundreds of people who came to pay their respects without literally falling to the ground.
• Visiting my Timmy’s grave in the hot sun and spreading a blanket on the ground and sobbing uncontrollably.
• Folding, refolding and smelling Timmy’s clothes over and over again until the pain was so unbearable, you have someone put his clothes in the attic out of sight/out of mind for the moment.
What has kept me focused since Timmy’s murder is the promise I made to him when I saw him laid out on that cold table in the ER. As I wiped his blood stained face for the last time, I promised him that whatever it takes… Jake will be held accountable and pay for what he did.
It is up to the court to decide Jake Carroll’s sentence. Although there will never be justice for Timmy, I beg the court for Timmy’s sake, for his family, and for myself, to give Jake Carroll the maximum penalty the law allows. Society needs to fear Jake Carroll. No amount of time or therapy will change a human soul that has committed such a senseless, cold-blooded, merciless and calculated act of murder.
Since May 30, 2005, Timmy’s death is the first thing I think of every morning and is my last thought before I close my eyes every night. And this is how it will be until the last beat of my heart.

Glenda O'Neill

October 15, 2008

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