Thursday, November 10, 2016

Perspective

This week has been a brutal one for the NYPD. They are stretched to capacity, helping to protect not one but two Presidential candidates, being a clear presence at poling stations across the City, and then going on to try and keep now President-Elect Trump protected from the public.
And then they laid to rest one of their own, today, on Long Island.
I have been mainly silent about Politics on this Blog, preferring to go after the Mayor of the City of New York with vigor, but really not weighing in all too much on the debate. I live in New York, after all, the bluest of blue states...and although I have friends on both sides of the aisle, I think it's safe to say that geographically I know where most people fall.
Until today.
Until today, I could not possibly ignore the wailing and protesting that has been going on---in Social Media, and in real life---because, let's face it: everyone has an opinion. And right now everyone is unabashedly sharing it.
Today I decided that I needed to make one thing clear to anyone who may decide to describe their political experience as being in mourning. Today, I say to you: ENOUGH.
Let's gain a little perspective here.
There is a woman out on Long Island who is steeped in mourning. Her name is Lisa Tuozzolo.
She is in mourning.
You are not "in mourning" because your Presidential Candidate lost her bid for the White House. Your life will go on, even if it doesn't feel like it right now.
Lisa's husband, Sgt. Paul Tuozzolo, will never come home again. His four and three year old sons may or may not remember him. Either way, they will have to live the rest of their lives without a father who loves them.
He is gone.
Gone because an absolute piece of trash decided to take his life. As SBA President Ed Mullins said:
"We remain under attack," Mullins said. "In the past three years, five members of the NYPD were not killed in the line of duty. They were murdered in the line of duty."
For all my friends and readers who are currently bemoaning their fate, and wondering what they can "do" about this shocking turn of political events, here's what you can do:
---Say a prayer for Lisa Tuozzolo and her sons tonight. Keep them in prayer during what is sure to be the most difficult season of their lives.
---Start a movement. Don't like Trump? Fine. Then show kindness if you feel he has been rude. Send a sympathy card to a woman whose life has been shattered, not a "Thank-you" card to Hillary Clinton. Perhaps you can do something nice for a Police Officer today...?
---Think outside the Box. Stop ranting and raving. To the other side: stop gloating. It is what it is.  I know some people reading this post might think I don't get it, but here's the rub; I "get it" more than you will ever know.

I get it, on levels and in ways you can never understand. When I saw the footage of my fellow Police Wife today, I reached out to touch the television with tears streaming down my face and said, "I'm sorry honey."
I broke wide open then, crying a torrent of tears, knowing it could have been me, or any one of us.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Election 2016

Get out and Vote today...and if you're interested in the play-by-play by yours truly...follow me on FB and Twitter...you'll get to hear all the bitching first-hand!
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Sunday, November 6, 2016

Non-domesticated

It started with a domestic dispute.
I warn you: my husband has been known to say that I don't just beat a dead horse to make a point. I will beat it, bury it, dig that poor horse back up again, and then start all over.
And sometimes I'm hard to take.
I get it.
I don't even mind it. I am tenacious at best.
Relentless when I'm at my very worst.
But I will tell you something with no shame whatsoever: I will never back down when I know I am right, especially for the sake of something righteous.
I admit; I am pedantic at times.
Therefore I will say this again: it all started with a domestic dispute.
Those things that happen to other people...those disturbances that so many New Yorkers pretend not to hear through the wall...the hard truth that hits on all levels.
Now an NYPD Sergeant is dead.
Yet Another Officer is...dead. He will not be going home to his wife and children ever again. Our Department will attend another funeral this week, the bunting will be brought out, the candles will be lit.
All because a career criminal was out on the street (don't get me started here) and chose to terrorize his estranged wife and then, in a split-second, chose to take the life of one of our own.
And it's not okay.
Our Officers are constantly berated; they are a target in a world gone wild, and they are certainly not fodder for the various Idiots that may be running our Illustrious City, but do not have a clue.
I would say more, but the horse needs a break, and I'm a Cop's Wife who is tired of seeing her husband off to a funeral.
RIP Sgt. Paul Tuozzolo.
You deserved better.

Thursday, October 13, 2016

#NYPDFamily

My neighbor's Dad died yesterday. He was a nice old man that I didn't know well, but since he came to stay with them, he would always greet me out on my walks and stop to say Hello or smile.
As time passed, he would introduce himself to me or ask me who I was; even though I had seen him many times before. It broke my heart a little, and if he was with his daughter/my neighbor, we would simply exchange a look.
I had forgotten that he was once an NYPD Officer...until today. I found out about his death and I remembered and I thought it important to not only send a sympathy card but to thank his family for his service.
He was an old man; many years retired, but I still paused to think: how many lives did he save? How many people did he help? What precinct did he serve in, and how many stories would I never get a chance to hear?
Every once in a while, I feel a burst of love and support over the wire, and if I'm on Twitter, I will hashtag a tweet with #NYPDFamily. I'm not sure if I invented that #hashtag, or if I saw someone else use it, but it seems fitting to mention it today.
For tomorrow morning I will send a homemade bread and sincerest condolences across the street, to a small part of the Blue Family.
Thank you Sir...Rest in Peace.
 
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