Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Chief of Police Patrick Boden McCready

Fairchild Police Department, Wisconsin

End of Watch Sunday, March 10, 1991

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Reflections for Chief of Police Patrick Boden McCready

A hero lives forever in the hearts and minds of all those they have touched. Chief Patrick Boden McCready, your honorable dedicated service and ultimate sacrifice will not be forgotten. Thoughts are with your family, friends and colleagues.

G. Birkholz, WI. C.O.P.S. board member
mother of Officer Craig Birkholz, E.O.W. 3/20/11

March 3, 2016

Still Missing you .

Michael McCready

February 28, 2016

Pat, I remember all the car to car chats on all those late nights and the good way that you carried out your job. It was an honor to work with you. My only regret is that I couldn't do more for you that morning. I hope a day will come when we can meet again.

J.R. Rizzo ECSO (Retired)
Co-worker ECSO/ Sheriff's Deputy

April 23, 2015

Pat - what a great man, friend and chief. I remembered you today. Your smile, your laughter and love for people. How lucky I was to know you. I can't wait to meet again someday. RIP.
To your family thank you for sharing Pat with us. May God bless you each and everyday.

Eau Claire County

April 8, 2014

Rest in God's loving embrace, hero. You will never be forgotten.

Retired Wisconsin L.E.O.

February 24, 2014

Your heroism and service is honored today, the twenty-first 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 who was murdered in the the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered.

Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

March 10, 2012

A true hero, RIP Sir.

James Kotke
Civilian / Former Officer
WSF Park Police (Wi.)

February 15, 2012

As I near my retirement I look forward to enjoying many things, but then stop to think that these are things you should have had the opportunity to enjoy also, and I feel a deep sadness for what was taken; not just from you but also from all of us who have worn the badge. You are greatly missed from our ranks.

Know that your sacrifice will never be forgotten and that our prayers will always be with you and your loved ones left behind.

Officer Mike Walter
Eau Claire PD

May 26, 2011

Another year has passed and you are still admired and respectfully remembered in the hearts and minds of so many. My thoughts and prayers are with your loved ones and friends as another year passes. May they know that you will never be forgotten.

James Sheppard
Father of Sgt. Jason L. Sheppard EOW 12/7/06

March 10, 2010

RIP brother. Thank you Chief for all your service to the community. You are not forgotten. My thoughts and prayers to you and your family.

Officer Richter
Park Falls PD

August 29, 2008



March 13, 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

February 22, 2008

Patrick, you and your family are missed by our family, and in our thoughts and prayers. May God Bless you and keep you all safe this holiday season! Congrats on the new baby Patrick!

Sgt Lisa kaufman
Friend of the family

December 20, 2006

I find myself thinking of you more often the older I get. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten and for those who were lucky enough to know you we are better people for it. I love hearing the stories about you growing up with my mom. I wish you could have been a part of my brother's wedding, we definitely missed your presence.
With love, your neice,

Laura Carlson

December 6, 2006

Brother my Brother
Still you are with me . Here in this place in my heart and mind. Here you will always be.
Missing you still
Nov 03/2006

Michael McCready

November 3, 2006

My father was killed trying to get some children out of a bad situation. On 7-10-06 his 4th grandchild was born. A boy that we named Patrick Boden Allen McCready.

Patrick Boden McCready jr

September 4, 2006

Whenever I go through Fairchild my thoughts go back to that day when the radio announced Pat's death. I was riding with my family and my boys just started crying. They were "special" friends of Pat, as was each of the children in the community. During his daily tour, there was always time for "the kids". He made a request that if anything happened to him there was to be room in the church. It was full of "his kids".
I was in the Village Hall the nite a presentation was made to his widow. It was one of the saddest days in my life.
Even now in 2004, he is deeply missed.

Gary Walsh

September 30, 2004

So many men and women put their lives on the line everyday to make our world a better place. To all of you I say thank you and may God bless and keep you safe. I found this poem of love and remembrance and would like to share it with everyone because the truth is that they never really leave us. To my fallen hero...I love you daddy.


Her hair up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say
What to tell her classmates, on this Daddy's Day
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home
But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all
About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called, a student from the class
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare
Each of them were searching, for a man who wasn't there
"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin
And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique
"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away
But I know he wishes he could be with me on this day
And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so
He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite
We used to share fudge sundaes and ice cream in a cone
And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing all alone
'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, he'll forever be here in my heart"
With that her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud
"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star
And if he could he'd be here, but heaven's just too far
But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day
And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt
Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been
But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose
And a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her shining
bright star
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.


LaDonna McCready-Settie

Pat was a friend and a genuine hero. I remember attending his funeral and seeing the love and respect his community had for him. Men like him are hard to replace and will never be forgotten. I am lucky to have known you and worked with you from time to time when you helped us out in Jackson County. Thank you Fairchild 440 for everything

John Ross Dispatcher/Jailer
Jackson County Sheriff's Dept

Patrick Bowden McCready was remembered by his community as a 'people person' who was always eager to please and easy to talk to.
Still today - 10 years after his death, McCready is remembered by those who knew him; the people he swore to protect.


O' Almighty God, whose great power and eternal wisdom embrace the universe, watch over all Police Officers.
Protect them from harm in the performance of their duty to stop crime and violence.
We pray for you to help them keep our streets and homes safe day and night. Grant them your unending strength and courage.
Dear God, protect these brave men and women and unite them safely with their families after duty ends.

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Raye Ann Fritz

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