Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Rest in peace Deputy Sheriff Shoop. Sad that your wife had seen your accident. Always a hero!

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

May 15, 2019

I worked with Jimmy before he got married. He was a good cop, always there.

Mike Sciales
Sandy PD (formerly)

May 1, 2019

I was 12 years old in 1981. My Dad, Deputy Flint, worked with Deputy Shoop. I remember, as if it were yesterday, when my Dad came home and shared the horrible news with my mom; they both wept. The pain was palpable, and at that very moment, as a 12 year old girl, I understood, really understood, what the LEO family was. As I walk through my shift, as a Deputy myself now, I often reflect on that moment, and I take a second to remember, and think of the family, both blood and blue (or deputy brown, if you will) that we are part of. It took me a few years, Deputy Shoop, but rest easy, Sir; I, along with many others, have your watch.
Much love your direction,
~Wayne's daughter

Deputy Darci Flint
Laramie County Sheriff's Department

June 21, 2015

Your laughter and fun personality is never fogotten. The three beautiful children we shared are lifes memory of you. Your eyes, your smile, the sound of your voice, your crazy zest for life all live in on our children. Thank you for the blessings.....Troy, Gina & Ryan.

Teri (Shoop) Gant
Mother of his 3 children.

May 15, 2015

Headed to Salem next week to honor you once again...

Love you Dad

Ryan lee Shoop
son

April 22, 2015

Thinking of you...Even after 33 years, November 7th is still a hard day. Wish you could have met my beautiful family Dad.

Gina Withrow
Daughter

November 8, 2014

"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."
Matthew 5:9

Marshal Chris Di Gerolamo
Federal Air Marshal Service

November 4, 2013

Dear Friends and Family of Deputy Jimmy Shoop:

I am not an officer, but an area newspaper carrier in Clackamas County, OR who had became acquainted with Officer Shoop and whom I considered a dear friend that I admired and respected.

Though some 30 plus years have passed since your life was cut short by a young drunk woman, it sometimes feels like it just happened today. Tonight, my daughter, who was only a baby when this tragedy happened posted a short video of a drunk driving fatality involving a family of 4 (father, mother, child and unborn child) who was killed by a drunk driver; the memories of that awful night came flooding back to me. I could not help but sobbing uncontrollably until I could not sob any more.

The night Officer Shoop was killed, I spoke with him just a few hours before he himself was killed while he was investigation another drunk driving fatality just east of Eagle Creek, OR. I remember him saying that it was already starting off to be a bad night, that he had an eery uneasy feeling about it. I then went on my way, picked up my newspapers and began delivering them. I had just finished my route and gotten home when I heard a knock on my door. When I got to the door, I found your fellow officer, Deputy LaMarche (sic) standing at my door. As soon as I saw the look on his face, I knew something was terribly wrong especially after I notice the black tape across his badge. I remember saying "Not Jimmy", him nodding his head yes and then us both embracing and sobbing hard together. When we both were able to regain composure, I remember asking how? When?

There has not been a single November 7th come and go that I have not felt deep sorrow and pain from the loss of this man. Jimmy, may you rest in peace and know that you are still loved and remembered and will be always.

Bea Dorsett (Jandreau)
Formerly of Estacada, OR

Bea Dorsett ?N/A
None/friend

February 8, 2013

As a young reserve deputy with Clackamas County, I spent many, many hours with Jimmy on graveyard patrol. He taught me alot, most importantly how to talk to and deal with people in a professional and compassionate manner, use common sense, and I learned that this was what I wanted to do for a career. I was hired by Vancouver WA P.D. in June 1980, graduated the academy in August, 1980. Jimmy introduced me to my wife in September, 1980, and he was killed several months later. His was my first police funeral, he is buried about 50 feet from my grandparents, my son's middle name is in his honor. It was an honor and privilege to have known and worked with him...he is still missed.

Sgt. Gary C. Spaulding
Vancouver WA. Police Dept

December 27, 2010

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 28th anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

You are loved and missed by many, especially your family.
How awful that the first responder was your wife, but it
also may have been a blessing for I am sure she would have wanted to be by your side.

The pain and the pride are forever. Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya

Anonymous

November 7, 2009

Although you didnt get the chance to work with me I remember hearing about what happened while in college just getting started in my law enforcement career. My dad always spoke highly of you Jimmy, and I wish I could have gotten to know you more than just the stories he would tell me about what the two of you had done together. Rest in Peace my brother.

Deputy John Headrick
Clackamas County Sheriffs Department/ Oregon

February 1, 2008

"The Badge"

He starts his shift each day
To respond to calls unknown.
He drives a marked patrol car.
A police officer he is known.

He's paid by the citizens' taxes
To make it safe on the streets.
But he usually has a second job
'Cause a waitress has his salary beat.

Now he doesn't know a holiday
'Cause he works all year round.
And when Thanksgiving and Christmas finally arrive
At his home he cannot be found.

He's cursed and assaulted often,
The one whos blood runs blue.
He seldom ever gets a thanks,
To some he's just a fool.

His friends are always other cops
'Cause people just don't understand
That underneath his badge and gun,
He's just another man.

He knows there might not be a tomorrow
In this world of drugs and crime.
And he gets so mad at the court system
'Cause the crooks don't get any time.

And each day when he leaves for work,
He prays to God above.
Please bring me home after my shift
So I can see the ones I love.

But tonight he stops a speeding car,
He's alone down this ole' highway.
It's just a little traffic infraction.
He does it everyday.

Well, he walks up to the driver's window,
And his badge is shining bright.
He asked the guy for a driver's license,
When a shot rang through the night.

Yes, the bullet hit its mark,
Striking the officer in the chest.
But the Department's budget didn't buy
Each officer a bullet-proof vest.

So he lay on the ground bleeding.
His blood wasn't blue - His blood was red.
And briefly he thought of his loved ones
'Cause in a moment the officer was dead.

In the news they told the story
Of how this officer had died.
And some who listened cared less,
But those who loved him cried.

Well, they buried him in uniform
With his badge pinned on his chest.
He even had his revolver,
He died doing his best.

Written By:
David L. Bell
Sergeant
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC

January 10, 2008

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service, this writer is disappointed that justice was not able to be served on your behalf.

VanDenBerghe
NH

November 3, 2007

Jim was a close personal friend. We covered each other (he with CCSO and I with the Oregon State Police) and had a great time rolling hard all night long. Jim was a great family man and an outstanding cop. After working a Sunday morning graveyard shift we would take our families to the same church that Sunday morning. The wife's would smile as we struggled to stay awake through the service. Jim wore his faith like his badge. His solid work ethic and engaging personnality made him a popular and respected street cop. He was killed while on duty by a drunk driver. The first officer on the scene just moments after initial impact was his wife Vicki who was a Trooper for the Oregon State Police (now retired). Jim you are a good friend and are still greatly missed. I feel you looking down on me from time to time. God broke the mold when He made Jim Shoop.

Lt. Stephen R. Buchtel
Portland Police Bureau

November 17, 2005

Happy Fathers Day, Dad

Ryan Lee Shoop

June 20, 2005

Rest in peace, and thanks for keeping the peace while you were here. Without police officers, we would have no protection from drunk drivers. It is my dream to serve as a police officer in memory of Deputy Shoop and all fallen officers. I hope his family is doing well, he will never be forgotten.

Pat
Baltimore, MD

February 23, 2004