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Police Officer Bryan Scott Hurst

Columbus Division of Police, Ohio

End of Watch Thursday, January 6, 2005

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Reflections for Police Officer Bryan Scott Hurst

You were thought of today...your legacy will live with Adonai...

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Patrolman Kip E. Boulis
Perrysburg City Police Department, Ohio
E.O.W.: Sunday, May 30, 1976

Alabama C.O.P.S.

May 6, 2006

We'll see you in D.C. for the memorial dedication Brian! Watch over your close friends and family as they will need you during that time!

Ofc. Daniel R. Jones #2079 (Med.Ret)
Columbus, Ohio Division of Police

May 5, 2006

We added your name to the wall at OPOTA today. It was a good ceremony. I was proud to be part of the Sidney Honor Guard that performed the 21 gun salute for you. Rest in peace, my friend.

Off. M.J. McRill #180
Sidney Police Department (Ohio)

May 4, 2006

It's hard to believe that another year has passed, and it is time to start attending Police Memorials. We are piping the OPOTA State Memorial tomorrow morning, where your name was recently engraved on the wall. I piped the solo Amazing Grace fade off for Melissa last year, and if I have anything to say about it, I will do the same for you tomorrow. I insisted on doing it at your funeral, but at the last second, I had to pass it off to Mike Woods because I almost passed out as I was so overcome w/ emotions. I won't let you down tomorrow...I promise. I think about you everyday, especially when I stand in front of the collage of pictures of you at 5 sub. When no one is around....I salute you....and always think back to the morning you were taken from us...standing in formation outside of Grant Hospital.....crying hysterically....and saluting you as the wagon drove off. Can't wait to honor you tomorrow my CPD Warrior!!! JP

Ofc. Jim Parsons
Columbus Division of Police

May 3, 2006

We will be in Washington with honor and respect to hear your name read.

Linda Rittenhouse, Matt's Mom
Matthew Rittenhouse, EOW 9/16/04

Linda Rittenhouse

May 1, 2006

Everyday I wonder what you were like? I wish I could have met you. You seemed to be such an amazing man,father,brother,husband,son and cop. I can't imagine how hard it is for your family. I know myself I think about the day all of the time. I replay the whole situation day after day, night after night! I want to try to forget the whole situation but I can't. I hope that one day I can forget a lot about January 6. I will promise I will never forget what you did for us. You OUR hero.. Wish I could have met you.

April 27, 2006

Dear Bryan,
I miss you a lot, but I take comfort in knowing that people appreciate your sacrifice. I felt like the verdict from the jury reflected that people get it. It's still very painful to not have you here, but the support from the community is overwhelming. I took Colin to your grave today and then to the zoo. I was wearing the officer down tshirt and a retired Columbus police officer told me we were in her prayers. It's comforting to know people care. When I am at your grave, I wonder if you can see me or if you can feel the pain I have. I always feel lost when I am there, and I just start rearranging flowers.
I love when people tell stories of things you did or said. It's so nice to remember you. I recall you telling me to go play in traffic a lot, you trying to drive me to my friends house when I thought I knew how to get there and your patience with me, and you taking me to mom's work and being so nice to me after my piano teacher died, and you teasing me about being a princess, you threatening to cut the strings of my piano if I woke you up one more time, and you having tobacco in your gums and teeth when you smiled and me telling you how gross you were, and the many times I came so close to drinking your tobacco spit in a pop can, and when you were playing nintendo one night, I accidently spilled a can of your tobacco, and after you yelled at me, I ran upstairs to my room in tears, and you weren't far behind to tell me that you were sorry and it was ok.
I would get so mad when I would try to punch you and you always asked if I hurt my hand on your muscles of steel. I also hated your line about there being loose floorboards or coughing spiders always being around.
I Love you so much and I am missing you very much, especially on nice days like today, when I am able to spend the entire day with my son, and really take in life.

Freedom isn't free, and boy, don't I know it.
I wish we were enjoying our children together.


April 22, 2006


Happy Birthday... Your sadly missed...

keep watching over us!

Officer Jim Gilbert

April 16, 2006

I just wanted to tell you Happy Birthday, and to let you know that there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about what you did for us! Thanks.



April 16, 2006

Happy Birthday brother!!! Your tourney went great. Everyone involved true put their heart into maing sure your name is held high in honor!!!

Officer Larry Waltermyer
Columbus Police

April 16, 2006

Nice visiting with you on your Birthday, To the family I hope you all have a nice Easter!

a friend

April 16, 2006

Happy Easter Brian!!!!!!!!!!!

Ofc. Daniel R. Jones (Med.Ret)
Columbus, Ohio Division of Police

April 16, 2006

Bryan, I just wanted to say Happy Birthday,we miss you and think of you every day. See ya tomorrow.


April 14, 2006

We're playing poker in your honor Saturday. Marissa wants to celebrate your life and not your death. So I decided to try and make it an annual gig on your b-day. That way we can play cards, drink beer and celebrate with friends and family. Cant think of a better way of doing it. Anyways, watch over us all and we miss you. Happy birthday brother!!

PS. If someone in your family wins again this year, we're protesting!! (LOL)


April 13, 2006

Thank you for looking out for all of us when we need it most.

Officer Robert M. Sagle #2254
Columbus Division of Police

April 13, 2006


It's been a long time since I've written you. As usual, a lot has been going on around here. Last month, Donnie, Malia, your parents, and myself went to Washington DC to receive the Medal of Valor on your behalf. It was really cool to meet President Bush, but obviously, it should have been you meeting him, not me. After all, you were his biggest fan! I remember when you and I voted in the 2004 Presidential Election. I carried Malia in her Baby Bjorn frontpack and she screamed the entire time, both in line and during the voting itself. You were both floored and irritated with me that I voted for John Kerry. At the time, I thought Bush was a dumba**, who didn't even know where the major cities of the world were located. It's amazing how being a secondhand victim of a horrendous crime changed me. The thought of voting Democratic is nauseating to me now. Being a part of this process has changed me so much as a person, some for the better and some not. It's not as easy to find the good in others. Listening to the defense at your trial was nauseating. I wanted to throw up when I heard excuse after excuse of why Daryl Lawrence shouldn't die for what he did to you. It has made me wonder who in their right mind could work as a defense attorney, representing a cop killer at that, and look themselves in the mirror every morning.

Anyways,about DC.....I bought Malia an awesome champagne colored dress with matching coat. The coat had rhinestone buttons and was so very Jackie O. She looked awesome! She was supposed to meet Bush with me, but she decided that a nap was more important. Oh well! I got some great pics of her on the steps of the Capitol building.

Right after your trial, I went to Vegas for a few days for some relaxation. It was just what I needed. I came back feeling really good, even though I didn't win a penny. It gave me a chance to hang out with Angie and Krissy.

Speaking of the ladies, we have been joking lately that we are 'professional mourners'. We attend so many funerals and calling hours that we consider ourselves funeral connisseurs. To many, it might seem morbid, but then again, it's something only widows would find funny and actually understand. Thank God for them!! We have such a blast together.

Bryan, I am now a stay-at-home mom...kind of. I resigned from the Sheriff's Office. There are so many things that I want to do that I don't even know where to start. I need to go back to school and finish my Bachelors, seeing as how I dropped out senior year to go to the academy. It's hard to think about leaving Law Enforcement altogether, so I'm exploring a lot of stuff. Then there are other days where I say 'screw it', I'm applying to Vet School. So for now, I'm hanging out with Malia and doing all of the fun stuff we never got to do before. She is absolutely loving having me to herself, full-time....however, she is getting very, very clingy with me. My neighbor has assured me that it's a normal toddler phase, but crap....there are times where she freaks out when I am not in her sight! I have been working on her playroom. Donnie and Troy installed awesome cabinetry with a desk. It is perfect and she loves the room.

You would be so proud of Malia, Bryan. She is so damn smart. I can show her any book, and ask her to identify any animal, shape, color, etc...and she knows them all. It is really cool. She is very much into hugging and kissing these days. When she gets really frustrated, she likes to hit Felony!! It's awful, but thankfully, he is a great dog and tolerates it. Actually, he probably doesn't even feel it since he's 120lb now. Anyways, I tell Malia "Malia, hitting isn't nice! You need to tell Felony you're sorry and give him some love." Malia walks over to him, stands on her tiptoes, and kisses him on the nose. It's hilarious. In her mind, all is forgiven with a kiss.

Although I eventually want Malia and I to live in the country, our neighborhood is really starting to grow on me. It's relaxing to listen to the boats and jetskis, now that it's getting warmer. Alum Creek just opened a dog park, with a fenced in running area and also a special part of the reservoir where the dogs can swim. Felony was jumping on the rocks on the shoreline and slipped and fell right into the water...he sunk. The water had to be about 12 feet deep. Slooooowly, I watched him rise back up to the surface and paddle back to shore. He had the look of WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? It was so funny. He has got to be the least agile dog that ever existed. Angie and Cory brought their Rotts down with us last week, and their dogs are so impressive....they do all kinds of agility exercises and other cool stuff. I just have this thing that looks like a deer/camel cross. If it's dark and he's standing in the backyard at just the right angle, he looks like a freaking deer in the yard.

My mom and I took Malia to the mall on Saturday for her Easter pictures. Luckily, we had an old pro who knew how to get Malia's attention. The photos turned out so cute. However, we did not have such good luck with Malia seeing the mall Easter Bunny. She wanted nothing to do with him. In the end, I ended up sitting on the Easter Bunny's lap, with me holding Malia. Lovely.

I found out that the 1970s Chuck Taylor Converse AllStars have been resurrected. Malia is now the proud owner of a bright pink pair - they are way cool for a 2 yr old.

Your 2nd Annual Memorial Poker Tourney is this Saturday. It will be awesome. This year, I'm going to play in it. Hopefully I'll make you proud and win everyone's cash. Afterwards, we are having a celebration in your honor--lotsa beer and all that good stuff!

We miss you and love you,
Marissa and Malia

p.s. You would be so proud of me. I learned to drive a stick shift this week. Don't worry, not on your Mustang!


April 10, 2006

Bryan, what more can be said on hear that already hasn't been said? I just want to say that everyday before I put my uniform on to go to work I click on your page and just ask that I could have half the strength,courage,and dedication you had everyday. You make me proud to be a Columbus Police Officer and to have been one of your brothers in blue!!

Police Officer Larry Waltermyer
Columbus Police Dept.

April 4, 2006

Mrs.Hurst, I wanted to hug you the day I heard of your loss. Brian sounds so special,that old saying the good die young seems so true.I want you to know my family will think of you and your little daughter and Brian often.Our father was a Lima police officer who was killed in line of duty also.His killer came up for parole and was granted it by our Ohio Parole Board,we fought and won 5 more years. Iam so glad true justice was given to the inmate of your husband. I hope it is not wrong to put this message to you on this wonderful site. Please know you are always thought of.God Bless you and your Daughter and family

debbie hurst

April 3, 2006

Good luck! You deserve to have some kind of normal in your life now! What ever normal would be. God bless you and Malia.

cpd Florida

April 3, 2006

Thank you kindly Marissa and Donnie for posting those for us who were unable to go to the trial

Bryan, we miss you everyday. I will be visiting you soon

a friend

April 1, 2006

I saw the news this morning about your settlement with the County. I couldn't believe how big Malia is! She is so beautiful! I just wanted to wish you the best with everything. It must be hard to have 2 major decisions come one right after another. We're thinking about you and praying for you. I really admire you're strength and bravery through everything. All our best to you.

CPD wife

March 31, 2006


Marissa and I were talking about the trial and decided we should post our Victim Impact statements since the judge didn't allow us to read them in their entirety. I guess it didn't matter though. The judge probably made the right decision looking back. Miss you!!

Victim Impact Statement

Submitted by Sgt. Donald M. Oliverio
Columbus, OH Police Department

Thank you your honor. Good morning. I am Donnie Oliverio. Officer Bryan Hurst was a co-worker and also my best friend. I have had many opportunities to speak on Bryan’s behalf over the years, including as the best man in his wedding and numerous times as a result of the tragic events that have occurred since January 6, 2005. This time my role is much different. First, this is the first time I have been asked to talk about how Bryan’s death has impacted me. Up until this point I have focused on Bryan and his family so this statement will be especially difficult. Daryl Lawrence shot and killed my best friend who, most importantly, was a husband, father, and son. Mr. Lawrence’s guilt is no longer in dispute having been found guilty by a jury of his peers. The bullet Mr. Lawrence fired into Bryan’s chest not only killed Bryan, but also left a void in many lives that can never be filled. Unless you have lost a best friend, husband, father, or son to senseless violence you may not fully comprehend the far-reaching impact such a loss has on the victims left behind. I hope to help you understand. In doing so I will be asking you to make arguably the most important decision of your lives.

Bryan and I met shortly after he joined the Columbus Police Department almost 10 years ago. We were partnered up in the same cruiser after he was assigned to the same east side precinct I was working. As luck would have it we found out we grew up on the same street in a very small town outside Clarksburg, WV. Neither one of us had much growing up. My mother was an alcoholic and my father left before I was born. My father was always in trouble with the law. Mostly for failing to pay child support and tax evasion. My mother didn’t even have a driver’s license until she was 35. Stepfathers came and went. My mother and grandmother were victims of domestic violence at the hands of my stepfather. I remember when I was 6 or 7, my older brother went to bed with a .22 pistol and swore to me he would use it if my stepfather placed another hand on our mom. The violence continued, but my brother chose the correct path. He knew even then that his actions had consequences. Similarly, Bryan grew up without much and his father left when he was young. Neither of us had an opportunity to go to Bishop Hartley or St. Charles. Bryan’s mother remarried, and fortunately his new father Ted is an outstanding man. Bryan always spoke proudly of Ted. Bryan liked being Ted’s son. You know I never once remember Bryan ever mentioning his biological father, except to say he had one that lived in W.V. Somehow we both managed to be productive citizens. Mr. Lawrence chose to take the wrong path and it his fault he did not have success in life. His actions have consequences. Even though Bryan ended up moving to Ohio when we were kids, that didn’t keep us apart for long as we became best of friends as we matured into street cops. I learned that Bryan and I joined the force for similar reasons. We wanted to do the right thing and we wanted to help people. We wanted to be part of a team and having a large police family made it easier to deal with living apart from family. Bryan wanted to serve his country and he did so proudly as a United States Marine. Bryan’s upbringing and his experiences as a police officer and marine taught him that his actions had consequences. Bryan understood that being asked to stand a post meant just that, and he always proudly fulfilled his duties and was honored and privileged to have the opportunity to do so. Bryan knew that if he were to stray from his post, his actions would have consequences. And that he may not have control over just what the consequences would be. Ladies and gentlemen, Daryl Lawrence’s actions have consequences as well. Mr. Lawrence has strayed from his post. And he unfortunately does not have control over what those consequences will ultimately be. And here lies the seriousness of your decision.

Bryan quickly blossomed into an outstanding street cop. He did his job, much as he was doing on January 6, 2005. He repeatedly risked his life in the line of duty so others could sleep in peace at night. Bryan saved many lives on the morning of January 6, 2005. But don’t think for a minute that the morning of January 6, 2005 was the only time Bryan placed the lives of others before his own. Bryan completed his duty and by his death he continues to serve as his quick and heroic actions ultimately brought a violent killer to this trial. Bryan volunteered, and nobody had to ask. Bryan risked his life and was willing to lay down his life for others the minute he decided to enlist in the Marine Corp. and to become a police officer. He did it because that was his job. His vocation. His calling. And he did it well. And as you know he did it well right up until his last breath was taken from him by the evil that entered that bank. And nobody had to ask.

Bryan’s work enabled him to purchase his own home at the age of 26. I remember he was so proud of his house. We worked on it together many times. We finished the basement, built a fence, and were always doing little repairs. We helped each other out just as best friends should. Bryan was always there when I needed him. Whether while making an arrest or just working on a project in our free time. I still make arrests and work on projects. But now Bryan is not there to help. I could always count on Bryan to be there when I needed him. Sometimes I forget he is gone for an instant. I pick up the phone to call him but the person on the other end is not my friend. I quickly come back to reality and hang up the phone. I now know it is okay to cry.

Bryan and I faced many dangerous situations together as street cops. We always discussed the possibility of dying at work. I don’t think either of us ever thought it would actually happen. You see, you have to have a level of confidence to do this job. Deep down I know we worried about it, but we would never admit it. Acknowledging our fear was out of the question. We were trained to win, and we were confident we always would. Bryan put on a uniform to go to work, much as many of you do. But our uniform had to make us invincible. Kind of like our very own superman suit. Unfortunately we learned that we are not invincible and no level of confidence can keep every cop alive. Miss Menasche was correct. Bryan was a good cop. A trained cop. And yes he used nicotine and drank Pepsi with caffeine. But I can tell you that no cop would have made it out of that bank alive given the circumstances created by Mr. Lawrence. No matter how good or how trained they may have been. If somebody wants you dead bad enough, then you are going to die. Now I know it is okay to acknowledge fear as long as you don’t submit to it. My superman suit is gone and I still have to do my job. And do you know what? Now I am scared and I am not afraid to admit it. I have contemplated choosing a different career, but I know that is not what Bryan would want. I will not dishonor my friend by abandoning the vocation Bryan lost his life doing. My wife is scared more for me now than ever. I think she can sense that my confidence is gone. And a police officer with a lack of confidence is a dangerous thing. I have a daughter just like Bryan but she is five years old, as well as a young son, too young to understand everything that is going on. My daughter knows Bryan as Gump. It was a nickname some of the guys on the precinct and I gave Bryan. She saw on the news that the verdict was announced and she saw that I was upset. She saw Gump on the news as well. She says, “That’s Gump daddy. Why are you sad?” When I came home after court my daughter told me she was very sorry that I was sad and she wanted to give me a snack to cheer me up. You bet I’m scared. I don’t want to leave my wife without a husband, or my kids without a father. I want that snack to cheer me up. But because of Mr. Lawrence a daughter will not know her daddy, and a wife, mother, father, brother, and sister will live the rest of their lives without Bryan. I hope you can fathom the terror that Bryan must have felt in the last moments of his life, a life that Mr. Lawrence gave no regard, as you make this most important decision.

Bryan just wanted to go to work. Make a days pay for a days work. Then go home and be with his beautiful wife, Marissa and his adorable daughter, Malia.

I remember when Bryan met Marissa. She did a ride-along with Bryan on our precinct. They began dating and eventually married and had Malia. Bryan was so excited when he met Marissa. They were a great couple. A couple that is now one. Marissa and Malia now have to move on without Bryan due to his murder. That will be a difficult task that no man, woman, or child should have to endure. It seems like yesterday when Bryan asked me to be the best man in his wedding. I think I was as excited as he was. I was proud of him and the life he was creating for himself. I am proud to have known him and to have had the opportunity to be his friend. I now know that best friends will not be around forever. I am forced to move on as well. But now I pay more attention. I don’t take things for granted. I look my friends in the eye when I am talking to them. I listen to them intently and try to soak up every minute of the times I have with them. I stop to talk with them instead of quickly passing by. Because I know that they may be gone tomorrow. And I leave them with a hug and a quick, “Be careful!” or “I love you man!” Fortunately I vividly remember my last day with Bryan. It was December 29, 2004, just days before his death. We went out to watch the Ohio State Buckeyes in the Alamo Bowl. The Bucks won the game but we didn’t get to see the very end together. But I did get to give him a hug and a squeeze and a quick “Be careful!” before he left. Bryan had to leave for some reason. I remember thinking it was unlike him to leave before the end of a game. He was an avid football fan. He loved his Steelers and the Buckeyes.

January 6, 2005 has forever changed my life. I work special duty like Bryan. Much like other officers do. Only now I am much more careful. I am much more suspicious. Call it scared if you want to. Hopefully that fear will keep me alive until my confidence returns. I remember waking up to a phone call from Officer Steve Rosser the morning Bryan died. He said, “Donnie, are you up?” I said, no!” He said loudly, “Get up, I don’t know how else to tell you this but I think Gump’s been shot in the head.” I remember thinking it couldn’t be Bryan. He didn’t work this early so I was temporarily relieved but still concerned and confused. It took me a minute to remember that it was Thursday and Bryan was working special duty. I dropped the phone and ran down the hall. I remember my body went limp. My lips went numb and for some reason I couldn’t keep the saliva in my mouth. I couldn’t talk or get off the floor. My mother-in-law was there watching my kids so I could get some sleep after coming off the night shift. My oldest was so scared of me that she began crying hysterically and ran away. I somehow managed to drive to Bryan’s house. The next thing I knew I was clutching Marissa trying to find the strength to tell her that her husband was gone. Here started the horrific journey that we are still on today as you are asked to make the most important decision of your lives. Thoughts of my arrival at Grant Hospital will haunt me forever. Police officers lined the streets. But Bryan was not lined up among them. I remember riding with Marissa and Commander Mathias in the back of the paddy wagon as it carried Bryan from Grant, past a stream of officers standing at attention, to the morgue. I carried Bryan to his grave a few days later while in the company of our family members. All 4,000 of them.

In closing, Bryan died a hero and he will be forever honored and remembered. I think this sums up the kind of man Bryan was best. During my best man speech at Bryan’s wedding I stated to the congregation. “Bryan would do anything for his friends. He would give you more than just the shirt off his back, he would give you his kidney if you asked him to.” You see, it turned out I was wrong. Bryan Scott Hurst gave more than a kidney. He gave his life. But nobody had to ask.

Sgt. Donnie Oliverio
Columbus, OH Police Dept.

March 28, 2006

My Hero!!! I wish I could have met you.

March 26, 2006

Marissa, I must say that your last posting was probably the most powerful message I have ever read on here. Thank-you for sharing your memories and thank-you for sharing your life. I hope you and Malia are doing well. Bryan, continue to watch over them.

becky Muncy, widow of Sgt. Marc Muncy
assistant Prosecuting Atty, Franklin County

March 26, 2006

We will be in Washington in May to honor you.

All our love,
Linda Rittenhouse
Matt's Mom Forever

Linda Rittenhouse
Mother of Officer Matthew Rittenhouse E.O.W. 9/16/04

March 24, 2006

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