The sadness that permeates my household is palpable this morning; my husband is wearing a mourning band across his shield and he's got his dress blues on. The moment I woke up and saw him, I heard my heart say: those poor girls.
I wonder if Christmas will ever be the same for them. I wonder if they will see all the pomp and circumstance through their many tears.
My husband did not know this officer; does it matter? He will be with his brothers today...probably no where near the family or the casket, perhaps stationed at the school across the street from the funeral home. His words: because that's what we do.
Rest In Peace, Officer Figoski.
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