Thursday, November 24, 2011

Our Reality

Every once-in-awhile I am struck by the gravity of Blue's line of work. I stumble through my thoughts wondering how on earth I have found the inner strength or peace of mind to deal with this change, with this life, on a daily basis.

I was driving to work (yes, I got a part-time job) yesterday while Blue was at home sleeping and it hit me. My husband is no longer my own. My children's father is no longer their own. We share him. His heart is fully mine yet, given the opportunity, he will put himself into harms way over and over again to help those in need. I would hope that most people would be the same whether they wear a uniform or not. There are amazing stories of civilians stepping-up and coming to the aid of the deserving and undeserving alike. You never know when you will be called upon to intervene. The difference, and the reality that often gets to me, is that, for Blue, this is every day. Every. Day.

The occupational hazards of Blue's job are being spat on, kicked, punched, stabbed, shot at....

This is our life now. We kiss him and say our "I love yous" as he's leaving for work and I pray that he has a good shift but when he gets in to work and puts on that uniform you never know what will happen. He has a duty to serve and protect and he will see that through even if it means he could be hurt.

I suppose I'm wading through all of this right now because he was at a call the other day where shots had been fired. I didn't think much about it at the time...until I was driving to work. It hit me all-of-a-sudden that this is our reality now.



  1. Every time JR is late I still think it is probably because he is dead. We used to joke early on when he came home late and to a very clean house "did you think I was going to die today?" and I would reply, " Yes. I'd rather have them tell you that you are dead with a clean house then a dirty one." So that's how I cope. Its a part of life and most of it is out of our control. So I clean house when I'm worried...and pray while I'm doing it.

  2. This reality hit me in a similar way. Just kinda all of the sudden. It was like I knew it before and had discussed it, but one day I "got it". He would choose to protect a stranger or move his feet toward the dangerous situation because thats just what he does now.

    -CA Cop Wife


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