He was the Chief.
He served his community as a police officer for 37 years.
He served his country in Korea.
He was always in charge. Admired and loved by all
He was known everywhere he went. “Hi Chief!”, neighbors would say.
He had such a strong will he refused to demean his men. He’d resign first. And he did.
He held his head up, above it all. Loyalty. The most important thing in the world.
He retired after 37 years, the same number of years his daughter will have worked.
He was a dad
He raised three successful children. Was grandfather of six.
He drove his squad car to the field to watch them play ball.
He raised a confident, strong-willed, intelligent daughter.
He walked her down the aisle looking serious, but with a quiet smile on his face
He didn’t always show his emotions, but his pride often beamed through
His was a husband
Two Italian Americans coming together for over 50 years of marriage
Cooking with love. Looking to him for guidance, comfort, direction.
His final years didn’t represent who he was.
He forgot things. He wasn’t the same.
But, his kind disposition remained in tact. The nurses loved him. He was agreeable and even laughed. Occasionally
Today he is at peace
Today he is the old Chief again – happy, smiling, telling his stories, watching baseball, eating popsicles and walking. Walking everywhere. Maybe even driving that car again?
Today he walks and talks and greets those who left us in earlier years
Today, his brother and his parents are saying, “Hey Chief! Hey Charlie! Great to see you! Welcome home.”