At the beginning of last month we had one of the most tragic things in our lives happen. My biggest fear became a reality. We got a phone call at 3:30am on Saturday, March 19th that a fellow officer and friend, Andy Dunn, had been shot in the line of duty. As Brent was on the phone I heard life flight flying over our house and I knew it was bad. (By the way my dad has been a police officer for 30+ years and when the phone rings in the middle of the night you know it's not good) Brent jumped out of bed, threw his clothes on and raced to the hospital as fast as he could! I paced and paced waiting for Brent to call. After the longest 20 minutes EVER Brent called....Andy didn't make it. I litterly fell to my knees sobbing. All I could think about was his sweet wife Julie and his precious 2 year old Caleb and 5 month old Connor. Andy's dad is also a police officer, his sister is a dispatcher and his step mom is a dispatcher too. I wanted Brent to come home and stay with me forever and never leave my sight! The week to follow was an emotional roller coaster. We had something everyday. It made it a little easier being surrounded by our police family. I have never been to a police funeral and I hope to never go to one again. It was amazing to see the thousands of officers and thousands of people that came to say goodbye to Andy and give our hero the farewell he deserved. Please continue to keep his family as well as his brothers and sisters in your prayers. RIP 2083 you will never be forgotten!
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