Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

I spent my entire career in the 83 precinct from '85 to '05 and always seen Joe's plague on the wall. I've always heard great things about him from senior officers whom worked with Joe and just wish I could have met him and worked with him. My heart goes out to you for your bravery and ultimate sacrifice. Many prayers to you and your family and God Bless. RIP Joe, we will never forget you.

Ret P.O. Joseph DiDomenico
NYPD/83rd Precinct

December 1, 2011

It has been 34 years but your ultimate contribution will not be forgotten. Your dedication to duty should be an example to all detectives. From one detective to another, thank you.

Detective Thomas Downes
Chicago

August 29, 2011

Thinking of you and your family today. Thank you again for your service and sacrifice.

Sgt. J. Beatty, (ret.)
NYPD/83 Precinct

August 29, 2010

RIP Joe,

From all your friends at the 90th pct..

Det. Ret John Lewis
NYPD-JTTF

April 7, 2010

I said a little prayer today for Detective Taylor and his family. He may be gone but never forgotten. He will always be a New York HERO.

Robyn Wilkes

August 19, 2009

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

January 2, 2008

While it is no consolation for your loss, our heartfelt sympathy goes out to the family and fellow officers of Detective Taylor.

While no member of our agency had the privilege to have known him personally, we are certain that he has found a place in heaven through his selfless service to those he swore to protect.

Rest in peace detective; those of us who remain will cover your post on the thin blue line.

Medicine Lodge Police Department
Medicine Lodge, KS

October 29, 2005

REST IN PEACE BROTHER JOE. KEEP AN EYE ON ALL US IN L.E.

DETECTIVE Mike
CHICAGO P.D.

August 29, 2005

~~~To Those I Love and Those Who Love Me~~~

When I am gone, release me, Let me go
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears,
Be happy that we had so many years.

I gave you my love, you can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
But now it's time I traveled alone.

So grieve a while if indeed you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for a while that we must part
So bless the memories within your heart,

I won't be far away, for life goes on
So if you need me, call and I will come
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near
And if you listen with your heart, you'll
Hear all of my love around you soft and clear

And when you must come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and say,
"Welcome Home"

January 23, 2005

Det. Taylor,
You are a true hero!

Anonymous