Does anyone know about the cops being shot?

Good ideas girls. I do agree, it would be a lot of work. You girls are still busy w/wedding details, since I'm done I can start looking into it. Well, Michelle is elected as official beer buyer
We can definately ask around on Monday!

What Is A Cop's Wife?


A cop's wife is a woman who is married to a man who is 'married' to his job, his partner, and his badge. A cop's wife can usually be found cooking breakfast at midnight, picking up his uniform at the cleaners, and spending nights alone.
A cops wife must be a good listener, not questioning him. She must be understanding when he goes out for a beer with his buddies, doesn't feel like taking her to the movies, or has an exam to study for.

A cop's wife must live with shift work, lonely holidays, bad jokes, ulcers and alcohol, bulletproof vests, and fixed incomes. She is used to words like rape, robbery, assault, and child abuse. She is familiar with night school, stakeouts, overtime and being on her own.

Most women are not born or raised to be a cop's wife; it is something that they have chosen to do. Some can and others cannot. She will spend each day learning, listening to, and loving a man that few people respect and most others hate.

A cop's wife makes beds, breakfasts, and love to a man who spends more time with junkies, hookers, informants, pimps, and partners than he does her. She attends dinners, meetings, and sometimes funerals.

A cop's wife watches as the man she loves grows old before his time, watches him become cold and unfeeling, but she will remain his friend, wife and lover. She will always be these things to him, but she also knows he is first, A COP.

When a wife kisses him as he leaves for work, she will make a slient wish that he will return to her. And everytime there is a knock at the door, she will pray it is not the Chief of Police and her husbands partner coming to say kind things about her husband, how brave he was, how dedicated he was.

Being a cop's wife means lots of trust, love, and worry, but when he says, 'I love you,' it makes it all worthwhile.

I wrote this in 6th grade after my dad's friend(a cop) was killed. My dad just retired as a detective with 20 years on the job.



Fear & Fright
Every Night as I turn out the light, my heart is filled with fear and fright.
In the morning as I pick up the paper, a picture of a cop shot down to the ground.
I wonder when it will ever end, the pain this world bestows.
Now, I understand that this world has it’s highs and it’s lows.
I go on the avenue and see all the dealers, pushing their drugs and being so fearless.
Looking to my left and then to my right, I try to get away.
This all happens in one single day.
As the day turns to night and I’m in my bed all snug, I realize I forgot to give my dad a kiss and a hug.
Should I bother? Yes, for tomorrow that cop on the front page may be my own father.