Today is the funeral for Kevin Ambrose. I didn't know him, but my heart is sad.
Kevin was 55 years old - the same age Mike was when he died. Kevin was also a police officer in the City of Springfield, MA...killed by an enraged ex-boyfriend of a woman he was sent to protect. She was also shot, but as of today's date, will probably live. Lives somehow linked in a moment and changed forever, thereby changing those who loved them.
Kevin's wife, children, and grandchildren will live with the knowledge that he was a hero. I'm sure it will offer some consolation, but I'm thinking....not much. He may have died a public hero, but he was so much more than that to his family. It's the little things that will matter to them...family dinners, the grandkids birthdays, the holiday gatherings, having someone to talk to about your day, the morning routine.
Maybe I feel his death so much more because it is the same profession my daughter works in. Or maybe it's because, in spite of his hero status, he left behind a family who loved him and will miss him every day of their lives. And, I know what that feels like.