Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Police Officer Bruce VanderJagt

Denver Police Department, Colorado

End of Watch Wednesday, November 12, 1997

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Reflections for Police Officer Bruce VanderJagt

Merry Christmas, wish you were here to be with your friends and loved ones.

Anonymous in Denver

Anonymous

December 25, 2008

Remembering you during the holiday season.

Anonymous

Anonymous

November 27, 2008

It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea.
A mile from shore a fishing boat chummed the water, and the word for Breakfast Flock flashed through the air, till a crowd of a thousand seagulls came to dodge and fight for bits of food. It was another busy day beginning.
But way off alone, out by himself beyond boat and shore, Jonathan Livingston Seagull was practicing. A hundred feet in the sky he lowered his webbed feet, lifted his beak, and strained to hold a painful hard twisting curve through his wings. The curve meant that he would fly slowly, and now he slowed until the wind was a whisper in his face, until the ocean stood still beneath him.
He narrowed his eyes in fierce concentration, held his breath, forced one...single...more...inch...of...curve... Then his feathers ruffled, he stalled and fell.
Seagulls, as you know, never falter, never stall. To stall in the air is for them disgrace and it is dishonor.
But Jonathan Livingston Seagull, unashamed, stretching his wings again in that trembling hard curve---slowing, slowing, and stalling once more---was no ordinary bird.

from "Jonathan Livingston Seagull" by Richard Bach

Bruce VanderJagt was no ordinary human being. He was such a unique man that those of us who were fortunate enough to have been touched by him, will never forget his spirit, his intellect, and his striking, many times laughing, blue eyes. I only wish that his daughter had had more time shared with him. But she is now a wonderful reminder of this outstanding man.

We love you and miss you on the eleventh anniversary of your death-----Anna and Hayley

Anonymous

November 12, 2008

This day we remember you, Bruce. Know that you are never forgotten and always in our thoughts. May you rest in peace.

Bob and Terri Simonich
Parker, Colorado

Anonymous

November 12, 2008

Bruce, it's been almost eleven years since your passing and it still hurts just as much now as it did o theat dreadful day. RIP, angel in blue!

Denver, Colorado

Anonymous

November 11, 2008

Please know that there are a lot of people who still miss you greatly and wish you were here! The pain never goes away!

Denver, Colorado

Anonymous

October 10, 2008

Bruce, your eleven year anniversary will soon be here. I was talking to someone from District 3 and the person said that you are still remembered and highly respected to this day! It goes to show that a true hero is never forgotten by those who he mattered most to in the world!

RIP

Denver, Colorado

Anonymous

September 13, 2008

Bruce, we think of you often and will always remember your brave actions! You are missed greatly!

Denver, Colorado

June 20, 2008

Bruce, this is Mark your cousin, it took me a long time to write but you have never been forgotten. I remember how we used to play together as kids. Today is the anniversary of my mothers death 9 years ago. Your uncle Wallace died last December. We won't forget you and we will see you again.

Mark VanderJagt
cousin

June 9, 2008

Remembering you, Bruce, during National Law Enforcement Week. Your brave deeds will never be forgotten by your family and friends.

Denver, Colorado

May 17, 2008

Bruce,you are missed by many because of the way you touched our lives in numerous ways while you were with us. As the years pass, you are never far from our minds nor will you ever be forgotten by those who mattered to you. We only wish you were here with us, it is still sad to think that you are gone and we will never see you again on this earth.

RIP
Remembering you in Denver, CO

March 28, 2008

Bruce,
talking with some guys about good men and you came up. Saw Anna and Halee not to long ago there are good and your daughter is so big it's crazy to think how long ago you left us. We miss you and appreciate the service to us. I know you are still standing over me watching there have been sometimes I needed it. We miss you alot.

HM3 Lundy

March 19, 2008

Dear Bruce,
Your daughter is now 13! And you haven't been here to celebrate with her. She's hit many milestones, and you would be proud. She's a chip off the old block!
We love you and miss you.

March 8, 2008

Rest in peace Bruce. You are not forgotten after all of these years.

86043

March 4, 2008

Thinking of you on Christmas Day, know that you are missed by many.

Denver, Colorado

December 25, 2007

YOU ARE REMEMBERD TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH

November 26, 2007

Devil Dawg:

10 November - USMC Birthday. 11 November - Veteran's Day. 12 November - the Day That Changed Denver Politics Forever.

Do they confuse You for Mel Gibson, up there in Heaven?

So, now You patrol the Perimeter of Heaven, keeping the souls of anal pores like that of a certain Denver Skin, from ever entering.

May You Rest - In - Peace.

Maj M. B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD

November 12, 2007

Bruce, you are on the minds of many as we still grapple to understand the senseless act that took your life.

RIP

Resident of Denver

November 12, 2007

Our Dear Bruce:
We continue to love and miss you deeply.
Time does not keep us from remembering you.

With our love~~~Anna & Hayley

This is a passage from Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet."

And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"
And he answered:
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and comtemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the center of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nore from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

November 12, 2007

Bruce, we are sorrowfully anticipating the day of the tenth anniversary and you leaving us. The pain has not lessened, if anything, it has become even harder to understand why you lost your life that fateful day. We are left with the memories you gave us and that must sustain those who miss you! RIP, for we know you are in a better place.

Anonymous in Denver, Colorado

September 27, 2007

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

September 24, 2007

Remembering you this Memorial Day weekend. Thank you for serving your country as a Marine and a law enforcement officer. RIP

May 26, 2007

Thank you for protecting us all of those years. Your death has had a dramatic and lasting impact on so many in Denver. It is hard to believe the tenth anniversary is this year. We remember it like it was yesterday.

Rest In Peace!

May 5, 2007

We think of you often and know that you are protecting us from a better place.

April 7, 2007

Let's not forget the heroes like Bruce who protect us from harm's way!

Anonymous

March 9, 2007

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