Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Police Officer Joseph Keegan

New York City Transit Police Department, New York

End of Watch Thursday, June 19, 1980

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Reflections for Police Officer Joseph Keegan

Rest in peace Joe!! Your memory will live on forever in the hearts of the NYPD. Fidelis ad Mortem (faithful till death)

Sergeant Chris DiToro

June 19, 2008

Officer Keegan,
On today, the 28th anniversary of your murder, I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of New York City.



June 19, 2008

God Speed, Brother.

Union PD, NJ

April 20, 2008

Officer Joseph Keegan was my uncle, the uncle I never had a chance to meet. He died 5 years before I was born. Although I wasn't able to meet him and get to know him, there are endless stories about him that I've heard over the years. He was truly a remarkable man and didn't deserve to die the way he did. The man who shot and killed my uncle is up for parole in March. Pray that he doesn't get paroled. Rest in Peace Uncle Joe.

Erica Keegan

February 20, 2007

A man remembered with love and respect never dies but continues to live on in the hearts and minds of others.

June 19, 2006

The words left by others have touched my soul. If only we knew what we have while we are here. To live and love and take all the risks that life offers. To have no regrets. To give of ourselves. There is no greater gift on earth. Do not take solice in what we have lost, but what we still have. Let the light of those who have past shine on through those that remember them. Reflect there memories by loving those that are still here with us. Life is Joseph you are apparently living on, in the lives that you have touched. Thank you for all that you have given. May you rest in peace.


December 31, 2003

No one knows what it's like to be
the bad man, to be the sad man...
behind blue eyes...

You chose this as your 'theme' song you said it said so much
of what you felt inside so often...maybe we didn't know, but
we knew you...and what few of us there were that truly knew
your heart cherished you! I miss you so much! Take care of
Steve, I know he found his way to your side, and you are to-
gether again, as it should be.
Yours was always such a deep and profoundly caring soul I
know you watch over us, and I think of you often: When the
stage is lit and the music starts and you aren't here to play your part---who would've thought I would remember those
words all these years later??!! I think you had that affect
on people you were close to, you, mister unforgettable!
I hope Lisa gets to read all this, I think she would like
what has been placed here to remember you by.
My brother, my confidant, my friend, I know I won't ever forget you. Madi grau just hasn't been the same.

Hugs and tugs! Your sis,



T.J. 6-80

Loves Death

A pale chest heaves and shudders with a sigh...
A tear crests and falls from a sky blue eye.
A single red rose is laid upon fragile lace...
Gazed upon longingly by a gentle face.

This rose, a last hello; a final good-bye...
Its' petals withered, ready to die.

The single tear falls to a petal, settling there...
It shimmers for a moment, then fades without care.

A shaky hand reaches and clutches the stem...
Thorns find the fingers, piercing them.

Pleasant memories should come soon and sustain...
But now they are cloudy and crowded by the pain.

Loss beckons the heartbreak, with it a sudden silent rage...
Pacing begins, a frantic circle; the room now a cage.

The rose once treasured, thrown brutally to the floor...
The gratitude it offered, not wanted anymore.
Panicked eyes see this, and the pacing ends...
The broken stem gently lifted, the crying begins.

The scattered petals, one by one are retrieved...
On bended knee, they are gathered by the bereaved.
A weary body now slumps and lays prone...
The torment subsiding for the one left alone.

The rose now rests upon the heart that is broken...
Lips quiver silently with words left unspoken.
Sunlight loses the corners of the room...
The house is left silent, like the quiet of a tomb.

A part of me died when you did,
but you are always in my heart,
and you walk in my soul, love,


Brenda Fearon

You always wanted to help people and to 'make a difference'.
You made a difference in my life and you will never be forgotten. I love you, still...

You lived and died believing in these words; maybe here someone else will be helped, maybe here your beliefs can continue to 'make a difference'...


People are unreasonable,illogical and self centered.
Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.
People really need help but may attack you if you help them.
Help people anyway.
Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you've got...


Here's to you my love
You walk in my soul


Your memory will always be carried on with the dignity and respect for their is no greater love than to sacrifice one's life for your fellow brothers and sisters. The members of the NYC Transit Police Memorial Lodge #317 are proud and honored to call you one of our own.

Sgt. Michael Fanning

Rest in peace man...

detective Vlatko Novak
MUP RH, Zagreb, Croatia

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