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Police Officer Layne Bruce Cook

Atlanta Police Department, Georgia

End of Watch Friday, January 27, 1989

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Reflections for Police Officer Layne Bruce Cook

There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you. You were a great friend with a loving heart. Rest Well and always know that I will always think of you as "The Real Po-lice".


Lt. Woodrow Tripp (Retired)
Atlanta Police Department

January 5, 2007

Rest well Officer Cook. You are not forgotten nor is your sacrifice and service.

Officer Bill Dowdy
Willard, MO, P.D.

September 7, 2006

Dear Dad,
Life changed the day you were taken away from us. I was only eight years old...too young to lose a father. I remember all of the things we used to do. Camping, Six Flags, visiting family in Alabama, and just sitting and watching t.v. together. You knew how to make me laugh even if I didn't want to. You would sing as loud as you could in the car when you were sleepy. You had a weakness for helping people and animals. Mom hated it when you would bring home stray dogs but that is how we got Brumby. He was a great dog! Your kind heart took care of us all.

I wish you could have been with us longer. I miss celebrating my birthday at Red Lobster. You always loved to embarrass me with the lobster hat!

I graduated from college and I am a teacher...I am also working on getting my masters degree. It is hard work but I know it will be worth it.

I am married now to a wonderful man who loves me. He reminds me of you. We have four beautiful children. My heart aches for you to spend time with them. I know that they would love you as much as I do. It hurts when I think of all that they are missing. You would have been the best grandfather.

I love you. Forever.

Your daughter...Bridget

Bridget Kay Warren (maiden name Cook)

July 17, 2006

It's 4:00am on Tuesday morning and I'm thinking of you. It is only 10 more days until the anniversary of your death. It feels like it just happened. I miss you so much. If I could only hug you again and tell you how much I love you. Remember, the day before your death, when we talked for the last time and you said "I Love You Baby"? Every day ,I remember this, so I'll never forget how your voice sounded so sweet and that we had this last time to talk. Remember, when we were kids and we always stuck together thru thick and thin. I couldn't have ask for a better brother who was always there for me, whenever I needed you. Your heart was bigger than you. You were always there to help people, when they needed you. It didn't matter who they were. If they needed help, you were there. What a lost for everyone. You did make a difference in alot of people's lives. I will always love you. One day, we will hug each other again and laugh and talk about old times. Until we meet again. My love My Brother.


Linda Cook-Elkins

January 17, 2006



October 22, 2005

My dear brother I love you so much and there is not a day that I don't think about you and don't miss you. You would be so proud of Logan and Bridget they have grown up to be kind and good people like you. They love you very much. Your five grandbabies are so beautiful. I wish that you could see them. They have missed out on your laughter,love,kindness and big generous heart. I can't put into words how much mother loves and misses you.We all do. There is such emptiness in all our hearts. Take care of Joshua as we know he will take care of you. Someday, we will all be together and I can hold you in my arms and tell you how much I love you. Until we meet again. With all my love, your sister Linda.

Linda Cook-Elkins

September 18, 2005

The policeman stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges
can't always be a saint."

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at time I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his god.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've born your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell


June 15, 2004

God bless you for your sacrifice. You will never be forgotten.


December 10, 2003

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