Officer Grant, first of all rest in peace. I want to send condolences to all of your family members, especially your girls & wife. Secondly, I wish I could've got to know you more, from what I've heard and read, you were a rock star of a guy and K-9 officer, I bet Henry will be lost without you. Thirdly and final, I will meet you someday, please save me a seat in the best party place in the universe!!!
Here are 4 quotes I save for sad things like this for you, your family and others to enjoy and save for themselves if wanted...
#1) I AM A WARRIOR
I fight not for glory or fame,
For they are momentary.
I fight for those who can't.
I fight for Justice.
I fight for the oppressed and the down trodden.
And if I should lose my life for these just causes, then I have no regrets,
For I serve to protect the innocent.
It matters not where or when,
For evil knows no boundaries.
Be it fire, flood, or the threat of tyranny,
I will not flee.
Justice is my weapon.
Faith is my shield.
Hope is my armor.
Cry not at my passing,
For it was my Honor to fight for you.
Shed not tears of sorrow,
But tears of joy,
For now,
I stand with God.
#2) The police officer stood and faced his Maker, which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining brightly as his brass. βStep forward now, police officer how shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To your Maker, have you been true?β The police officer, with squared shoulders, said βNo sir, I guess I ainβt. Because those of us who carry badges canβt always be a saint. Iβve had to work most Sundayβs and at times my talk was rough, and sometimes Iβve been violent, because the streets are tough. But I never took a penny, that wasnβt mine to keep. Though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills just got too steep. And I never passed by a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear, and sometimes, please forgive me, Iβve wept unmanly tears. I know I donβt deserve a place among the people here. They never wanted me around except to calm their fears. But if you have a place for me here, wellβ¦it need not be too grand. I never expected or had too much so if you donβtβ¦Iβll understand.β There was silence all around the room where the saints respectfully stood. As the police officer waited quietly for the judgmentβ¦bad or good. βStep forward now, police officer, youβve borne your burdens well. Come walk a beat on heavenβs streets, Youβve done your time in hell.β
#3) Police Officer's Prayer to St. Michael
Saint Michael, heaven's glorious commissioner of police,
who once so neatly and successfully cleared God's premises
of all its undesirables, look with kindly and professional
eyes on your earthly force.
Give us cool heads, stout hearts, and uncanny flair for
investigation and wise judgement.
Make us the terror of burglars, the friend of children and
law-abiding citizens, kind to strangers, polite to bores,
strict with law-breakers and impervious to temptations.
You know, Saint Michael, from your own experiences
with the devil that the police officer's lot on earth is not
always a happy one; but your sense of duty that so
pleased God, your hard knocks that so surprised the
devil, and your angelic self-control give us inspiration.
And when we lay down our night sticks, enroll us in your
heavenly force, where we will be as proud to guard the
throne of God as we have been to guard the city of all
the people. Amen.
#4) When God Made Police Officers
When the Lord was creating Police Officers, He was into his
sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the requirements on this
order? A Police Officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark,
scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform."
"They have to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout,
cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day."
"They have to be in top physical condition at all times,
running on black coffee and half-eaten meals, and they have to have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands . . . no way!!"
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord,
"it's the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before they ask, 'May I see what's in there, sir?'"
(when they already know and wish they'd taken that accounting job)
"Another pair here in the side of their head for their partner's safety,
and another pair of eyes here in front so they can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say,
'You'll be alright, ma'am,' when they know it isn't so."
"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car
without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."
The angel circled the model of the Police Officer very slowly. "Can it think?" she asked.
"You bet," said the Lord, "it can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes,
recite Miranda warnings in its sleep, detain, investigate, search,
and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it
takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop . . .
and still it keeps its sense of humor. This officer also has phenomenal personal control.
They can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser,
comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper
how law enforcement isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Police Officer.
"There's a leak," she pronounced, "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"That's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.
"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment
to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," He said.