Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Yo, Sean. I realized I hadn't left a reflection this year. Its been a busy year at the department. I saw Tim with his wife the other day at a restaurant. Everytime I see him, I think about the three of us, 'The Three Amigos', and how one of us is missing.

I got into a foot chase yesterday, some guy I was about to arrest for driving suspended. Dude just took off running. We caught him about three blocks away. He said he ran because he was scared he was going to miss court for a gun case. The witnesses clapped when we walked him back in handcuffs and saying how exciting it was to watch. People think this stuff is cool and exciting. Its not, because when you're chasing someone, you don't know how its going to end. Why is he running? Does he have a gun? Is he going to take a shot at me? If I catch him, will it be a fight to the death? You just don't know. All you can do is try to be careful.

You know I think of you everytime I have to chase someone. When this guy ran Wednesday, I'm running across Kedzie, then 163rd Street, trying to keep an eye on him and thinking, "Watch the cars whizzing by." Then he's running through back yards, hurdling fences and I'm thinking, "I'm getting to old for this 'stuff'. You don't know if there's a rottweiler or pit bull in the back yard. Just crazy. But at the same time, I can't stop until I catch him.

When it was over, I felt good about myself. I'm still in pretty good shape because I wasn't about to pass out. Its good to be tested every while in a while. It keeps you on your toes. I love the street. I love that line about pain lets you know you're not dead. I think if I ever became a police chief, I'd never be in the office. I'd stay in the street getting after people or teaching the young guys or walking the neighborhoods talking to the citizens.

Time flies by, when I last saw you, I was in my fifth year, still relatively new. Now, its my 17th year. I remember someone saying when I first hit the street, 'Oh, you one of those New Jack Cops'. Now, I'm 'Old School', like I'm some dinosaur.

I'm running the traffic division and I tell you, its hard finding young cops who were like we were, no excuses, get it done. They have more equipment and cars than we ever had back in the day and we got it done working with almost nothing. These young guys find every excuse. I'm still looking to groom someone to take over when I slow my roll because I know I can't do what I do forever.

Man, Sean, being the police was in our DNA. We looked forward to coming to work, hated to call off sick and couldn't wait to hit the street after roll call. Now, you have to push some of these guys out the door because they prefer to sit around socializing, gossiping or complaining.

I remember working hurt, with a black eye, a sprained ankle, too proud to call off. I don't remember you ever calling off. I accidentally got maced in the face and I refused to go home. You blow on some of these new guys now and they're chilling on I.O.D. for months. Maybe we were just nuts and they have better sense than we did. There just aren't many cops in it for the love of the game anymore. Its a new day.

To us and those like us. Wish you were here, Brother.

Never forget.

See ya when I see ya.

Samuel Harris
Markham (IL) Police Department

December 4, 2009

It's been a whole 12 years!!! Where does the time go. Was thinking about you last night when I passed your street named after you in Markham. The thoughts were good, funny and I didn't cry...just smiled to myself thinking of some of the crazy stuff you did and all my friends you tried to make your "girlfriends". Kim and I talk about you and it just doesn't seem like its been as long as it has. Your BF got married recently, I know you were probably there doing one of your house dances!!! I miss you man!! Love ya sweetheart and keep watching over us!!

Tammy Brooks
Friend

October 5, 2009

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 12th 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.

In reading your reflections, I can see that you were an amazing young man and a dedicated officer. I share your mother's anquish in losing a beloved child which surely is life's greatest sorrow. To Samuel, I think you embody the definition of a devoted friend. I hold your mother and Samuel in my heart's embrace.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya

Anonymous

September 20, 2009

Sean, I never got the chance to meet you but, I heard from T. Oneal that you were one hell of a officer and the kind I would want to assist me. Everytime I come to Markham, I look at the memorial they have for you. Sam is still doing his thing on traffic and is good at it. Walker is a Sgt. Detective now and Mac is the deputy chief. Life is not getting better at all. People just do not RESPECT the police anymore. Rest easy Sean and you will never be forgotten in Markham.

Jerome White
Former Markham Park Police

May 6, 2009

it still hurts!!!! little Sean is eight now. playing football and want to be the police like his uncle Sean and his dad. it scares me to hear him say that. but, when i call his name; i call your name and he must do what he was predestined by our God to do.

i will never forget you. i will love you always.....

Sergeant Timothy Tyler
IL State Police District Chicago

November 30, 2008

Yo, man, my partner Dean and I been tearing it up going after suspended drivers this year. I got 178 and Dean has 117 this year. I had 110 in 12 months all of last year. I had a record 59 in May, blew away my previous high of 38 in March. I tried to get No. 60 Friday, my last work day of the month but I couldn't bump into one after six hours of searching.

My ticket-writing has dropped off from averaging 295 a month two years ago to 175 a month this year but its more satisfying going after suspended or revoked drivers than speeders. I still go after speeders but I'll warn them if their license is good. I still write the ones with nasty attitudes.

I don't know how long I can keep up this pace but I'm not ready to come off the street and sit down yet. I would die of boredom. Traffic stops keeps my head in the game because you never know who you are pulling over. I chased one lady who was revoked a couple of weeks ago who just drove off from me. I had to terminate because she had her 8-year-old daughter in the car. Tinley Park got her at her house and turned her and the car over to me. Then she got popped again driving last week by Smitty. Her father gave her money to clear up her license and she spent it on something else. People amaze me.

I still miss you, man. In a few years, our group that started in the early to mid 90s will be running our respective departments. A girl I graduated with from the academy is the deputy chief in Sauk Village. I remember when we were all goofing around in defensive tactics learning how to handcuff people. Now, we're the veterans becoming commanders and chiefs. Where does the time go?

I took Dean and a dispatcher to visit your grave about a month ago when we had to escort a funeral to the same cemetary. I dusted off your gravestone and had a laugh remembering the time I used Windex to clean off your stone and panicked when your image disappeared. I didn't know how I was going to explain it to your mother. Then it reappeared and I was relieved. I know you was in tears laughing watching me.

Well, keep watching my back out there. The summer seems to finally be here after a brutal winter. It was in the 40s just a week ago. I know you're watching over your mother.

I'll see ya when I see ya, my friend.

Samuel Harris, Traffic Division
Markham (IL) Police

June 3, 2008

Hey You, you were heavy on my mind this weekend, thought I'd drop in and say "hey". Everything is everything....some days good...some days bad. I haven't been to a funeral since my mom's so I guess that all has hit me this weekend. I'm always taken back to the day at the funeral home and looking at you and swearing that someone was mistaken, cause that was not my friend lying there. I don't like funerals and my emotions are all a mess when I know I have to go to one. My girfriend just lost her nephew Eric, he was away at grad school, only 24 and died of bilateral pneumonia. Its days like this that I just can't really comprehend why the good ones die so young. He was an amazing man like you my friend, but definetely too young. His future had so much promise, he was brilliant and had his 5 year plan in order......looks like there was a change in that plan. I often wonder what things would be like if you were still here. We never know when its going to be our time. I think about that alot but I do know that when it is mine, I will be ready to rejoice with my maker, to see my mom, and see my family and see my friend and his smile again. Miss you, love you more.

Tammy Brooks
Close Friend

April 7, 2008

I've been reading the story of a young, pregnant New Orleans P.O. Nicola Cotton and how she was shot dead with her own gun fighting with a crazed man. I just ripped my heart out thinking of her fighting for seven minutes with no backup. Man, I wish you and I had encountered that fool instead of her or at least jumped in front of the bullets to save her life and the life of her unborn child. She didn't deserve to go out like that, gunned down like a dog in the street. He shot her 15 times, emptied the clip in her. He could have just left her gun and ran away when he got loose from her. I hate these stories. If you run into her up there in heaven, tell her I wish I could've been there for her and salute her for me. She fought like hell.

To the wife of the CHP officer, I thank you for your kind words and for visiting Sean's page. Its a pleasure introducing Sean to you. I wish the whole world knew about Sean. I vowed he would not be forgotten. I hate that he's gone and I'm still here. He didn't get a chance to enjoy a long career, marry and have kids. All I can do to keep his memory alive is talk about him and to him. He would've done the same for me.

To Sean, everytime I read about another officer dying in the line of duty, I think of that terrible night when you left us. I was watching 'Gladiator' the other night and it made me think of us cops and soldiers as modern-day gladiators, battling evil men and fighting lions. Some of us fall in battle while the rest of us seem to live to die another day. It seems inevitable that those of us who go out every day and night ready to confront evil and protect the innocent are doomed to fall in battle one day. This job puts us in some bad positions but neither you nor I would have it any other way. We can't help it. God put it in our DNA. I'll actually be surprised if I make it to retirement.

See ya when I see ya, my friend, if I join you and I get my wings, you know we racing, right, LOL. R.I.P.

Traffic Officer Samuel Harris
Markham (IL) Police Department

February 11, 2008

I often come to this site and pray that everyday I do not see a new name. I happened upon Officer Sean's name under another reflection. Officer Harris wrote to another about loosing a partner. So I logged on to Sean and found myself reading all the great memories.

First i would like to say to his family I am so sorry for your loss.

To his partner....Sam.... I found myself in tears reading you remembering and missing him. My husband has been with his partner since the academy. I cannot imagine how loosing him would be. I always call him the other spouse. The relationship that they have is one I can never understand or explain. The trust and belief is extraordinary. The comfort I have knowing he is being taken care of is great. I am truly sorry for your loss. You are right, it never heals, it scars and every once in awhile the scab is torn off and the greif comes back. I can only imagine how you feel. It sounds like he was a wonderful man and still is through your memories.

Thank you for giving me a glimpse into a life of a great man, and also a look at a partner who loved and adored his friend.

You and Officer Laura's family will be in my thoughts and prayers

CHP-Wife-Santa Ane

February 5, 2008

1 year ago today @ 9:18am, I lost my mom. Today the weather was supposed to be really bad. The sun was so bright you could hardly see this morning. Are you both sending me a message?? I could hardly drive to work today, a mixture of emotions while steering a wheel can be complicated. I know that you have seen her, tell her I miss her more than words could ever begin to say. This pain is unbearable today. But I had thoughts of you both so here I am....chatting it up with you again. I'll be out there to see you guys this afternoon. Miss you. Love you. -t

Tammy Brooks
Close Friend

January 18, 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

January 8, 2008

Sean, you gotta see these new Hemi-powered 08 Chargers with a bold, new police decals that look like race cars. The best thing is a memorial decal with your name and star 516 behind the rear door windows. When I first heard about the memorial decal in your honor, I'll admit, it got to me. I know you would've loved the chance to drive one of them. They are beasts. 340-horses. A Chevy Cavalier tried to run from me and I got to open her up. I drove up next to that fool and waved at him while he's flooring it trying to shake me. It wasn't even fair. You know we would've christened those babies if you were here.

The department is making progress, finally moving into the 21st century with equipment and technology. We're going through some growing pains but its moving in the right direction. You know, with every new step we take, I can't help but think of you and wishing you were here enjoying what I'm enjoying now. The new Chargers are being assigned to the most productive officers, which is the way it always should've been. I got one, slick top, push bars on the grill giving it that nasty look, no overhead lights, all the lights are inside the car. I know you would've gotten one. At least your name is on every new one.

Well, keep watching my back out there and watch over my son, your namesake. He saw your plaque at the station and asked if you were the cop he was named after. I said, "Yep, that's the man right there." He asked what happened to you. I told him. It made him sad. I gotta roll. I'll see ya when I see ya.

Officer Samuel Harris, Traffic Division
Markham (IL) Police Department

January 6, 2008

Hey sweetheart, was thinking of you today. I went by your house a couple of weeks ago and ran into Phil's nephew Steve, who then called Phil and we've talked a couple of times since. He has a son named "Miles" who is such a cutie......but I'm sure you know that already!!! You would have made such a great uncle!!!! Phil said your mom loves to see Miles come over there too!!! Wow...so many people miss you so much. Well, I'll come visit you on Wednesday, its Mom's birthday so I'll be there to see her so I'll pay you a visit. Love you sweetie!!!!

Tammy Brooks
Friend

October 29, 2007

Well Sean, it is the 10 yr mark of your trgic death/ I am writing this near the time the incident took place.
I have read the entries of Sam and Tim ( We were all something together) and of your friends.
Sean, you touched many lives, in your short life, but what an impact you had!!!
Some of us have left Markham, but we will never forget or leave your memory. Keep us all safe till we meet again

Kevin Wright
Former Markham PD Sergeant
NSPD

Kevin Wright
Former SGT Markham PD

September 20, 2007

Its been 10 years today, wow.....10 years already. I wish you were here to see everyone and how everyone has changed. Kim has 2 beautiful sons, Thommi has a son and married, Tonia go married and has 2 kids, Wanda got married and has 4 kids now....one of which I was just looking at the picture of you and Dorian dancing in it and he was only 2 then......he is 15 now and in high school. Everyone has kids now, I'm still the only one without any so I know God will bless me one day so talk to him for me cause I know if anyone knows how bad I want that, he does. I wish so many times that you had had a son or daughter, I know they would unfortunately not have their dad anymore but your mom would have had a chance to be a grandmother and I'm sure you would have chosen the perfect mother for them to carry on your legacy. My brother was little when you use to see him, before he left for college, he is 30 now with 2 sons, its amazing how time flies when I look back on everyones accomplishments. I miss you so much and I know that you would have accomplished so much in this time as well. I remember this day just like it was yesterday......I know I saw the news but I remember calling your number and hearing your voice on the message so surely there must have been some mistake. Right?? Just the sound of your voice on that machine that night reassured me that you were okay, but
I was wrong and I'll never forget how I felt. I didn't sleep that night, cried all night....just wanting to hang out one more time, just wanted to see you and hug you one more time. You were too young Sean, taken way too soon from us. While you had made an impact in a lot of people's lives, you had so many more to penetrate. With your loving wisdom, and encouraging words and even that infectious smile you had, I can still hear the tone of your laughter after we stayed on the phone for hours cracking about somebody or something. I can still see your eyes filled with emotion as you expressed your feelings about certain things (and certain people which was usually one of my GF's (smiling!!), I can still see the concern in your eyes when I cried about whatever I was going through at the time...I can still remember you being there...for me, at my door, whenever I needed you. There aren't many like you out there Sean, real men who are never afraid to show their true heart, to express what they feel and still be more of man then the many I knew at that time...so its unfortunate for those who did not have the chance to know you or interact with you but I'm thankful to God that I did. We always talked on the phone, always talked about getting together to hang or go to Arnies for "A Slice", but hadn't made the necessary time to actually do it like we use to. I feel really bad about that.....still.......!!! We become so consumed with our day to day personal lives sometimes, we really take for granted that our family and friends will be there tonight, tomorrow, next week, next month. I'm working on that though. I do know that everyone who is important in my life is well aware of how much I love them, I tell them as much as I can and I hope and pray you knew that too, but for some reason I know you do. We all love you and we miss you like crazy. See ya when I see ya my friend. Kiss mom for me and tell her I said whassup!!! (in only the way you would know how to say that!!!!)

Tammy Brooks
Close Friend

September 20, 2007

Hello Tammy Brooks. I just read your reflection. It's nice to see the reflections of others whom Sean meant a lot to. This site wasn't well-known when Sean left us so he doesn't have a lot of pages like recent fallen officers have. I leave a lot of reflections because I want people who didn't know Sean to know who he was as a person as well as an officer.

I remember Sean talking about his boy Phil who grew up across the street from Sean. I'm sorry to hear about your mother. That's a tough blow. My only advice is what I did with Sean, grieve and cry for as long as you feel it. My eyes are wet at this moment thinking about Sean. Don't let anyone tell you that you need to get over it. Grieve in your own time, however long it takes. Tears are a measure of what someone meant to us. You take care of yourself. If your are in the neighborhood, stop by Ms. Laura's house and say hello. It will make her day. I try to keep an eye on her. I see the hurt in her face whenever I see her and I wish, for her sake, she could see her only child just one more time, hug him just one more time. So it helps her when those who loved her son visit her and share a chat about her Sean.

It was a pleasure meeting you. Peace and grace.

Ofc. Samuel Harris
Markham (IL) Police Departmentc

September 14, 2007

I called Kim today to talk to her about you. You were so vividly in front of me in my dream yesterday that I woke up with my heart beating extemely fast....you and Phil standing there hugging and kissing me, me frantic and excited to see you both...just like it was yesterday. You hadn't come to me in years, but you looked at Phil and then you looked at me and laughed and said..."Who'd you miss more girl" in that playful tone we always had with each other. Then Wanda and Kim walked out of a store and we all just laughed and you hugged everyone....turned to us, looked down and said..."My friends never change". I don't know what that meant, but I know that you were trying to tell me something. I called Kim this morning to talk about it, she says it is because its very close to when we lost you that I had this dream about you. I miss you so much some times that I look at your pictures and just cry. Have you seen the "Sean" dance we do when "your house song" comes on? You probably have huh? I think of the people in my life and I have never had such a close male friend since you and I know that I never will. Phil and I were close, but that was a love thing I had for him, but you being his best friend, you looked out for me like a sister, we would talk for hours and give each other advice and I always felt better. You had my back and you were as close to me as my own brother is so....I still don't understand why this had to happen to you....I know now that I never will. I lost Mom in January of this year, suddenly, and its been the absolute hardest thing for me to deal with. I talked to her one day, she was gone the next. I talked to you one day, you were gone the next week. I think of your mom often, knowing even more now that I have experienced the passing of my mother, how hard it must still be for her, comparing the pain I feel over losing my mom to that of losing her son, an only son at that. A mother's day, or your birthday, or the holidays don't pass without me wondering how she deals with those days. It hasn't been easy at all, not that I expect it to be, I just never imagined pain could feel this immense. Mom is at Mt. Hope too, so when I come talk to her, I come and see you too....STILL.....not believing that your gone and definetely still experiencing mixed emotions......sad, happy and then still angry that I'm coming to a cemetary to visit my mother but I'm working on that. They say that time heals all wounds, but wounds this deep I think, are open forever, you learn to adapt but it still hurts whenever I think about it. I wonder if my dream was a way of you letting me know that you are still here with me. Suprisingly enough, my mom has come to me several times, just as vivid and clear and she talks to me so I know that she is still aware of what is going on down here. I miss you both so very much and I remember sitting in your living room with your mom and holding her hand and we just sat in silence. I haven't talked to Phil in a few years, I don't know how he is doing...but it was nice seeing him in my dream as well. I always see Officer Harris leave reflections for you, I can tell you meant a lot to him....I've often thought of finding him at the Markham Police Department...I guess just to reflect and reminisce about someone we both loved so much. Well, gotta go, but make sure you and my mom keep looking after all of us. I'll see ya when I see ya and I love you always.....

Tammy Brooks
Close Friend

September 13, 2007

Hey there, my old partner-in-crime. Your 10th-year anniversary is coming up in three weeks. Its hard to believe 10 years have flown by since you left us. I wish you were here to enjoy the media attention I've gotten for writing 10,000 tickets in five years. Three newspapers, FoxNews at 9, a morning radio show and CourtTV wants to do a show in a couple of months. It doesn't seem like a big deal to me I've been writing 10 to 15 tickets a day for years. It helped me find joy in my job again after that terrible day 10 years ago. I just wish you were here to enjoy my little 15 minutes of fame. Your mom is doing okay. She has her good days and bad days. I bring little Sean (he just turned 7) by and that seems to brighten her spirits. She really needs you. I wish she could see you one more time. I wish we could go flying to one more call, trying to beat each other. 10 years later and I still haven't met another officer who had my back the way you did. I pretty much watch out for myself and use extreme caution when I'm pulling over people. Well, my old friend, I'll be back on your anniversary and drop a few lines. I'll see you when I see you.

Officer Samuel Harris, Traffic Division
Markham (IL) Police Department

September 3, 2007

Hey, Brother. I was just passing through and thought I'd drop a couple of lines. It'll be 10 years in September. I was reading the first thing I wrote to you. I was 32 then. Now, I'm 42. I feel old. Lil Sean said he wanted me to stop aging and wait for him to catch up. Hilarious. Kids. He just made Student of the Month for first grade. You know I'm grinning from ear to ear. He said he would.

I visited your grave the other day. Your mom had the stone raised so its easier to find. I walked right to it. I hung there for a minute. Just me and you, man. Like old times when we'd hang up at White Castle for hours after our shift ended at midnight. I miss those days. Like I told you before, the environment at the department has changed dramatically. Its more political than police. Maybe its always been that way and I didn't notice because we were having too much fun on the street as young cops trying to prove we could get it done. Its not fun anymore. Its more of a job now.

I signed Sean up for Little League this summer. I'm going to enjoy that. Hopefuly, he'll be the MVP and hit .700 in Tee-ball.

Well, Brother, I gotta go. Keep watching my back out there.

[Hey, Kim ]

Patrolman Samuel Harris #528
Markham (IL) Police Dept.

April 6, 2007

Sean,
I miss you so much. My son, Sean, asked about your picture yesterday. He asked about you alot now that he getting older. I told him that you was the greatest man that ever walked this earth. Little Sean replied. I want to be a police officer like Uncle Sean. Your Mom spoils him to much. I let her. She rubs his head and just stares at him and say his name over and over. I love you so much. Timmie Tyler

Trooper Tim Tyler
Illlinois State Police/form MPD Officer

January 11, 2007

Well Sean,

It has been awhile since that trgic day 9 years ago. Where has this time gone? Well my friend, I think of you often. keep watch over us, protect us and kepp the streets in heaven safe, till we all get there.

Kevin Wright
Former Sergeant Markham PD

Kevin Wright
NS

September 21, 2006

My thoughts are with your loved ones and close friends on this 9th anniversary of your end of watch. Keep watch over your loved ones and those still out on patrol protecting the Thin Blue Line. You are a true hero and heroes never die.

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

Bob Gordon, Gold Star Father

September 20, 2006

I DIDNT KNOW SEAN BUT IVE HEARD A LOT OF GREAT THINGS ABOUT HIM AND SAM YOU KNOW YOU STILL MY BOY I THINK ABOUT BOTH OF YOU GUYS.

T/C KIM ONEAL
EX-MARKHAM RC/TC

August 20, 2006

Hey, Sean. Guess what your namesake wants to be when he grows up? Yeah, little Sean will be 6 in August and all he talks about is being the police and locking bad people up. I think I created a monster by giving him a set of my handcuffs to keep. He's such a great kid and I have mixed feelings about him wanting to follow in our footsteps. The environment is steadily getting worse on the streets. I can't imagine what it will be like when he's old enough to be sworn in. Maybe he'll grow out of it and decide to be an academic scholar or a doctor or a lawyer, something non-lethal. But if its in him, I'll support him. I don't think I would trust anyone else to train him but me. I won't deny I'd be a proud papa the day he's sworn in as Officer Sean Harris. If that day should come, I know you'll be there with us. April 30th marks my 13th year on the street. It's only by the grace of God that I've survived this long. I know you still got my back out there. Thanks. I'll see ya when I see ya, my brother.

Patrolman Samuel Harris, Star 528
Markham (IL) Police Department

April 30, 2006

Sean,
Wanted to say Merry Christmas.
It's hard to beleive eight years have past since the end of your watch. Seems like just yesterday we were standing at attention at the academy wondering what we had gotten ourselves into. Remember those early morning runs with Tero yelling "comeon gang!"? Or how about the great food at the Racine Cafe..mmm yum. Man, how time does fly.
Even though you're not here in body, I know you are with us in sprit, I feel it each year down in Springfield. I just wanted to say we all miss you and say Hi to Tero for me. Talk to you in May. Until that future day.....Sully

Inv Russell Sullivan
Elk Grove Village Police

December 29, 2005