Every day, I wake up not knowing if it will be the last time I get to see my boyfriend. I wake up, smile, hold him a little longer and thank God for the time I’ve had. I kiss him goodbye, not knowing if it will be the last kiss I ever receive from him.
Every day, I watch him get ready for another night of wearing 50 pounds of duty gear, a uniform that is not exactly comfortable, and he physically prepares for a job where he will hear more and see more than I ever will.
Every day, I see him go to a job that he loves-go to a job that he was designed for. I hear how great of an officer he is, and how I should never feel unsafe with him by my side. I see him risk his life every single day to “Protect & Serve”, even though a vast majority of the community he sacrifices for hates him.
Every day I prepare myself for the calls that I will never hear him respond to.
He has shed blood and tears, and he goes back to face it again the next day. Over his career he will experience all of this a million times and then some more and he will continue to do his job- the job that he knows was right for him.
I hear him recount the events from his night, and thank God that he is here with me, and I am thankful that he was able to come home and spend a little more time with me.
Every day I worry, I stress, I prepare for the possibility that he may not come home, and that I may receive a knock on my door from one of my coworkers saying that he won’t. I fear that I may have to face that someday, because in our world people have begun to believe that it is acceptable to harm our Law Enforcement just because a group of people have this crazy thought that we would be better off without them.
We have criminals walking the street who would rather shoot our officers than face prison because they believe they will have more time in the real world that way. We have protesters walking and blocking our roads because “Black Lives Matter” and anyone else is insignificant at this point in time-that they are the only ones hurting. I watch people chant obscene things and wish my best friend dead because he is an officer, and that must mean he is a murderer.
Every day, I fear for his life. Every day, I watch him go and do what he is best at. I say a prayer that he returns home safe. I say a prayer that God protect not only him but his brothers and sisters as well because He knows what it’s like to have a target on his head if anyone does. I pray that we have the opportunity to get married and have children, and that someone doesn’t take that from us. But, I am also smart enough to know that my fears may become reality someday, because while he was trying to protect someone in the community he serves, someone else saw it fit to take his life. It is not fair, and it is not right, but it is what our world has come to.
Every day, I think about how blessed and safe I am with him by my side. I think about how honored I am to say that I have a LEO for a life partner. I think about how lucky I am that God placed him in my life when He did and how I could not be more proud to be spending my life with the person that was made for me.
Every day I am thankful, because we both know that as our world is at this time, tomorrow may never come.
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