I lost my father. I was 13, [just turned 13 that April.] He was 39. His birthday was August 31. He didn't die in vain, he died doing something he loved, helping others. He was a police lieutenant for the Port Authority Police Dept and also a Paramedic at Hackensack Medical center in Hackensack NJ . He was a volunteer firefighter back in the 80s in Jersey City and his first job was at 14 years old as a police dispatcher he volunteered for.
In Dec I am due with my 2nd child, a daughter. I have a 4 yrs old son who will be 5 in October and he wants to be a firefighter. In May 2013 I take my final exams to become a police officer in Essex County NJ.
I wanted to be a police officer since i was about 7 years old when my dad took me to work with him one day.
I am proud of my dad. I am still going thru the grieve cycle and I am dealing with anger. I am so mad he didn't just run. He had so many chances to just drop everything and go, and he stayed . But i still have pride because I know it takes a selfless, special person to do what he did.