Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

I am in shock right now. I can't believe that your cold blooded killer was granted parole.. im so hurt and angry. I love and miss you so much every day. This isn't fair

Lisa marriott
Daughter

February 16, 2024

Its been over 36 years and I can still see your smile. I thank God every day you came to my work that day when I got off work. I was able to tell you I love you one last time. I still have the necklace you had engraved for mecthat day. Just wish you could have given it to me. I miss you every day.
Carrie

Carrie Eichman
Girlfriend

August 7, 2023

today is a very hard day for me.
My fathers convicted murderer is being paroled from prison!
how or why is all i want to know!
it feels like my faters greatest sacrafice...his life
means nothing! my life as a 9 year old was flipped
up side down when he was taken from us and now all
the pain and anger i felt as a child is back as an adult!
rest easy dad i miss you so much everyday and ur memory lives on thru me and ur grand daughters
and soon all 5 of your great grand sons will know all about the hero you were!!

lisa marriott
daughter

May 31, 2023

Dad, I miss you so much, I love you and prey that you are at peace! Your 5th great grandson is due in June! I wish you could have seen ur grand daughters and now their sons! You would of been so proud! We love you! Not a day goes by 5hat you are not thought about! Always in our hearts!

Lisa L Marriott
Daughter

March 27, 2023

My Personal Tribute to a Fallen Officer and Friend of Mine, a young kid my own age, and a fellow Hayward Police Officer named Ben Worcester.

My seventh Grade Fiancé Cheryl Gregory and I, just hooked up on our Pacific High School Alumni Page, and she asked me, “Alan, I wondered where you went to after High School.”

Like many kids during the Vietnam Era, those of us that Graduated in 1975 as “Vikings” and too late to Ship out overseas, chose different Paths.

I chose Law Enforcement because I really dislike bullies, and I went up to Benicia in 1980, to learn to be a Small Arms Tactical Officer and Designated Sharpshooter, cross-Trained by the Navy.

I lost my Friend Ben, 20 minutes after backing him up at Jackson and Winton, his DUI was still in my Transport Van when the 3-Beeper went off.”

“All Units, Officer Down.”

This year has been very hard, getting back onto the Pacific High School Alumni Page since 1996, I also have to deal with those everyday kids from my own Era, that have passed on without saying goodbye.

Last year almost made me stop going to visit Ben, there was a small family 20 feet away from his Resting Place.

But “Momma” fixed it for me.

“Momma, you brought us to the Cemetery today, to talk to us about why Grandpa did not come home from the War.”

“Yes, Dear, I never got to say goodbye, I was too young to understand that when the taxi arrived, that was the last time that I would see him in my childhood, before he went to Vietnam.”

“Momma, there are two of you crying here now, there is a man sitting down over there and drinking beer, and he just dumped a beer into the grass in front of the headstone. Is he a drunk, Momma?”

“No Son, I normally come here by myself, and a Uniformed Hayward Officer is standing alone in the same spot sometimes, crying as well. That man has to be a Police Officer.”

“He isn’t even mentally here, he is walking through the ”Fields of Valhalla” with his friend, and possibly my Dad right now.”

I have been to the “Fields of Valhalla” in 1977 near death myself, choking on my own blood due to a sucking chest wound, please remember that the Badge and Vest does not give us Invulnerability.

I had taken one in the back and two in the chest, and the San Leandro Police Investigators cut out a four by four piece of shag carpet, where I fell bleeding out.

That will be another story someday.

The best way for those of us near death in our Uniforms in describing the “Fields of Valhalla,” is to have you watch the Ending Scenes of Russel Crow’s hit movie, “The Gladiator.”

When he is dying at the end of the movie, he goes back to his Estate in Spain, walking through his fields to meet his wife and children once again forever, after they were ravaged and killed by a bad Emperor that hated him.

“My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions and Loyal Servant to the TRUE Emperor, Marcus Aurelius.”

This is my True Story, that man with the six-pack of Guinness Beer, was me, and I do cry on the “End of Watch” dates for each of the deceased.

If I didn’t love People as much as I do, they would just be “Collateral Damage” like so many others have been, when their Sacrifice was Forgotten.

My Son Andy was sitting at the dinner table, as an 11th Grade Student at Granada High School a few years back, and I asked him what he was studying this week.

Andy told me that they were studying WWII and the test was this Friday. I asked him how long that they have been on that Topic, and he said, “three days.”

I was very upset that WWII was now being covered in a week in Public Schools.

I told my Son, “Andy, when I was in the San Leandro School District, we studied WWII for a Month, 440,000 American Men and Women died in that war, and the civilian estimates for the innocent dead, is still climbing past 60 Million lost.”

They are still finding War Crime Mass Graves, the estimate of losses from WWII is now at 85 million. One of the last WWII German Army POW’s, was just released from Russia…

He got a crash course from me since I wanted to be a History Teacher, before going to College to study Administration of Justice, and my Dad was a Japanese Prisoner of War at the age of 20.
Andy received an A, with four ++++ after his Essay grade.

I lost 27 people between Hayward PD as a Reserve Police Officer at night, and the California Department of Forestry and Fire as my Day Job, from 1984 to 1991.

I/we lost 23 civilians, one Oakland Police Officer and my Friend Battalion Chief Jim Riley in five days, just in the Oakland Firestorm alone, and no one can absorb that much pain.

If you go back into my Facebook Profile under Albums-Collections, I do participate in and do, “off the books” PTSD counseling, to current and former Vets and First Responders.

But tonight is extremely hard, Ben Worcester died 20 minutes after I backed him up on a Traffic Stop.

My Tribute will not be the only one for Ben, everybody loved that short guy, and we would have taken his place on that front porch that night.

I was privileged to know Officer Benjamin Warren Worcester when I went through the Academy, he had been a Reserve Officer before making Regular, and he sat with me in the back row during some of my Academy Classes in the Spring of 1984.

Ben told me that a “Certain Overbearing By-the-Book Reserve Lieutenant RL-15” was a real pain in his neck, and he told me how to avoid him. I learned to master insubordination to that same Lieutenant, and I have Commendations for doing it the right way, thanks to Ben.

We did not call my friend Benjamin who was one year younger than me, we all called him Ben. I was not called Alan, I was called Al. The Police Department is one big family and losing him affected many of us since we all shared our own families with each other.

My first daughter Sara was only four months old when I was accepted to the Hayward Police Reserve Academy with 20 other Cadet Applicants, and my wife would bring her down to the Station now and then.

Ben fussed over my daughter, he wanted to get married to Darlene, our Dispatcher. I always had to answer the ‘new Dad’ questions when we sat together.

I sat in Dispatch with Darlene and other Dispatchers as part of my Academy Training, I worked the Radio in the early morning hours, so I would know how to handle the calls from the Street Officers.

Doing a Welfare Check Training on ”1-Adam-12”, was the highlight of my 3am shift on Com-3 one night. I just wrote a 911 Training for our Volunteers for the Livermore-Pleasanton Fire Department, my “Swords to Plowshares” change of life in Retirement.

One night after hand-to-hand Combat Training, Ben saw me change my shirt and he saw something on my torso. Ben asked me, “Nichols, what is the scar under your arm on your left side, and what is the scar on your back from?”

I told Ben “chest tube,” and that I had barely survived a knife attack from behind. I was stabbed three times while Handcuffing a Trespassing Suspect named Ronald J. Salas, at an apartment complex in San Leandro back in 1977.

Ben was smaller than me, and he told me that he wanted to show me some “moves that he learned,” so I would not have to go through another knife attack.

One on one, he found time to help me defend myself better. My “360-Degree Awareness,” was vastly improved.

Three years later in 1987, Ben died from a knife attack from the rear. My Blue Line Flag is up because of his sacrifice to keep me healthy on the streets of Hayward.

“Officer Benjamin Worcester was stabbed to death while investigating a suspicious person call several blocks from the Police Station. A struggle ensued after making contact with the Suspect.”


“The Suspect was able to get behind Officer Worcester, produced a kitchen knife, and began stabbing him in the vest several times. He then stabbed Officer Worcester in the neck, killing him. The Suspect was convicted of Officer Worcester's murder and sentenced to 25 years to life in prison.”

(That Suspect is now out on the streets again.)

“Officer Worcester had served with the Hayward Police Department for 5 years. He is buried in the Chapel of The Chimes Memorial Park and Funeral Home in Union City, California.”

Wednesday, March 25, 1987, was a very warm night, and I was again in the old white Transport Van, and I had just washed out the Van from taking a load of drunks back to the Station.

I got a call where Ben’s fiancé Darlene who was doing Dispatch, she told me to meet Ben and take his DUI Prisoner from him.

I met Ben at his Unit at Winton and Jackson, and I told him that my Transport Van was still too warm to Transport his Prisoner. So, we let the handcuffed Prisoner sit in the open doors of my Van, until the moisture of my washing it out was gone (humidity).

During the 15 minutes that we waited, Ben talked to me about marrying Darlene and he had questions about my new daughter again, and the Suspect was cool and just sat there in his cuffs.

Just “guys being guys,” all three of us on a hot night, on a main street looking good. “Chillin’ in fresh Dry-cleaned Uniforms,” for the young girls that honked when they passed us.

While we waited for my Van to properly ventilate, the Suspect told us that he had a new roll of Rollo chocolates in his property, and he would share with us if we would give him one before he went to Santa Rita.

Giving a Suspect something to eat while they are handcuffed is not safe, they could choke. We diligently watched Ben’s Suspect slowly eat his soft Rollo candy, just like giving the sailor in custody one last fling, in the 1973 Jack Nicolson movie ‘Cinderella Liberty’.

When the Suspect was done with his second and third chocolate candy, he offered the rest of them to Ben and I. Ben and I went for the melting chocolate candy ourselves, the Suspect was really cool on that hot night.

Police Dispatchers have a special way to tell you that they know you are just “shooting-the-breeze” but are available, and Darlene kept clicking her microphone key bar to let us know that we were needed elsewhere.

Ben had a new detail.

I secured my Prisoner in the back of the now cooler Transport Van, Ben went to his Disturbance Call, and I headed for the Station to book his Prisoner. I heard Ben “go off on the address,” and a second Unit was responding to cover him.

I made it to the Station and was waiting to drive into the “sally port” where the entire Police Vehicle drives into a Secured Area and a roll up door closes behind them. I had two other Units ahead of me, so I just waited in the line.

A “3-beeper” came across the Radio, and I heard “Officer Down”, but it could not be Ben. He was that good on the street.

Other Police Officers in line for the Jail behind me, opened my Van doors and said, “Nichols, take my Prisoner.”

I ended up Booking three other Prisoners as the Units behind me, went backwards in full Code-3 in reverse with smoking tires, to get out of the line for the Jail.

I went home without asking about the Call, no one told me it was Ben that was down on that front porch. My Reserve Sergeant Bill Lindelius was at the Scene, they had enough people there already.

The next day, my Reserve Coordinator Officer Jerry White, told me that we lost Ben. After a few Moments of Silence and tearing up, Jerry asked me if I would like to take Ben’s last beat area to patrol so the HPD Regulars could all go to the Funeral, an extremely High Honor.

I agreed.

I arrived for the early morning “Meet and Greet” with the Alameda County Deputies who would be riding with us during the Funeral Detail, and we laid out the Patrol Areas and such.

Everything was going fine, until that certain Reserve Lieutenant RL-15 that Ben warned me about in the Academy, showed up late for the Detail.

Then he started in on me:

“Nichols, give me the keys to the new Patrol Car, I always get the new car.”

I really wanted to tell him “where to go,” but the small and familiar voice of a friend inside me, told me to throw the keys to my Unit across the room, to my Sergeant who was sitting at his desk briefing County Deputies.

Ben was in my head, we were that close.

My keys hit my Sergeant Bill Lindelius in his chest area, bouncing off his Vest and landing on the Map of the City where he was briefing County Deputies on the different Beat Areas.

The Sergeant from Alameda County turned around and said “Nichols, is there a problem?” He was riding in that same Unit with me, the Explorers had washed it especially for my Beat Detail to Honor Ben.

I told the entire Funeral Detail what the Reserve Lieutenant was trying to pull, and the now agitated County Sergeant read him the Riot Act about being late and missing the Funeral Detail Briefing. “You do not pull this kind of crap at a Policeman’s Funeral, now leave.”

It was my friend Ben in my head that told me to not be insubordinate even though I am Irish, that same Reserve Lieutenant beat him up when he was a Reserve Officer years earlier.

In a week, I was holding that same Reserve Lieutenants Badge and Gun in my hands, symbolically for Ben and me. The Lieutenant had Resigned.

With the County Sergeant next to me on Industrial Blvd., I saluted the hearse that Ben’s flag draped coffin was in as it went by, and I started to faint.

My legs went out from under me, and the big County Sergeant just put his arm under me and held me up so the Public would not see me on the ground in full Uniform.

We may lose someone close to us, but they are there to Counsel you when you need them, you just have to “listen a little closer.”

Virtual “Choir Practices” are in order Friends, please have a cold one on Facetime, with Ben and me.

Respectfully Submitted,

Al Nichols

Pacific High Vikings 1975
Benicia PD Reserves #357 (1980)
Hayward PD Reserves #729 (1984-1992)
CDF Bollinger Canyon Station (1991)
Currently with LPFD, Fire District 9, giving hugs out for free

Al Nichols #729
Hayward Police Reserve Academy Under Charlie Plummer, 25 June 1984

March 25, 2023

My Personal Tribute to a Fallen Officer and Friend of Mine, a young kid my own age, and a fellow Hayward Police Officer named Ben Worcester.

My seventh Grade Fiancé Cheryl Gregory and I, just hooked up on our Pacific High School Alumni Page, and she asked me, “Alan, I wondered where you went to after High School.”

Like many kids during the Vietnam Era, those of us that Graduated in 1975 as “Vikings” and too late to Ship out overseas, chose different Paths.

I chose Law Enforcement because I really dislike bullies, and I went up to Benicia in 1980, to learn to be a Small Arms Tactical Officer and Designated Sharpshooter, cross-Trained by the Navy.

I lost my Friend Ben, 20 minutes after backing him up at Jackson and Winton, his DUI was still in my Transport Van when the 3-Beeper went off.”

“All Units, Officer Down.”

This year has been very hard, getting back onto the Pacific High School Alumni Page since 1996, I also have to deal with those everyday kids from my own Era, that have passed on without saying goodbye.

Last year almost made me stop going to visit Ben, there was a small family 20 feet away from his Resting Place.

But “Momma” fixed it for me.

“Momma, you brought us to the Cemetery today, to talk to us about why Grandpa did not come home from the War.”

“Yes, Dear, I never got to say goodbye, I was too young to understand that when the taxi arrived, that was the last time that I would see him in my childhood, before he went to Vietnam.”

“Momma, there are two of you crying here now, there is a man sitting down over there and drinking beer, and he just dumped a beer into the grass in front of the headstone. Is he a drunk, Momma?”

“No Son, I normally come here by myself, and a Uniformed Hayward Officer is standing alone in the same spot sometimes, crying as well. That man has to be a Police Officer.”

“He isn’t even mentally here, he is walking through the ”Fields of Valhalla” with his friend, and possibly my Dad right now.”

I have been to the “Fields of Valhalla” in 1977 near death myself, choking on my own blood due to a sucking chest wound, please remember that the Badge and Vest does not give us Invulnerability.

I had taken one in the back and two in the chest, and the San Leandro Police Investigators cut out a four by four piece of shag carpet, where I fell bleeding out.

That will be another story someday.

The best way for those of us near death in our Uniforms in describing the “Fields of Valhalla,” is to have you watch the Ending Scenes of Russel Crow’s hit movie, “The Gladiator.”

When he is dying at the end of the movie, he goes back to his Estate in Spain, walking through his fields to meet his wife and children once again forever, after they were ravaged and killed by a bad Emperor that hated him.

“My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions and Loyal Servant to the TRUE Emperor, Marcus Aurelius.”

This is my True Story, that man with the six-pack of Guinness Beer, was me, and I do cry on the “End of Watch” dates for each of the deceased.

If I didn’t love People as much as I do, they would just be “Collateral Damage” like so many others have been, when their Sacrifice was Forgotten.

My Son Andy was sitting at the dinner table, as an 11th Grade Student at Granada High School a few years back, and I asked him what he was studying this week.

Andy told me that they were studying WWII and the test was this Friday. I asked him how long that they have been on that Topic, and he said, “three days.”

I was very upset that WWII was now being covered in a week in Public Schools.

I told my Son, “Andy, when I was in the San Leandro School District, we studied WWII for a Month, 440,000 American Men and Women died in that war, and the civilian estimates for the innocent dead, is still climbing past 60 Million lost.”

They are still finding War Crime Mass Graves, the estimate of losses from WWII is now at 85 million. One of the last WWII German Army POW’s, was just released from Russia…

He got a crash course from me since I wanted to be a History Teacher, before going to College to study Administration of Justice, and my Dad was a Japanese Prisoner of War at the age of 20.
Andy received an A, with four ++++ after his Essay grade.

I lost 27 people between Hayward PD as a Reserve Police Officer at night, and the California Department of Forestry and Fire as my Day Job, from 1984 to 1991.

I/we lost 23 civilians, one Oakland Police Officer and my Friend Battalion Chief Jim Riley in five days, just in the Oakland Firestorm alone, and no one can absorb that much pain.

If you go back into my Facebook Profile under Albums-Collections, I do participate in and do, “off the books” PTSD counseling, to current and former Vets and First Responders.

But tonight is extremely hard, Ben Worcester died 20 minutes after I backed him up on a Traffic Stop.

My Tribute will not be the only one for Ben, everybody loved that short guy, and we would have taken his place on that front porch that night.

I was privileged to know Officer Benjamin Warren Worcester when I went through the Academy, he had been a Reserve Officer before making Regular, and he sat with me in the back row during some of my Academy Classes in the Spring of 1984.

Ben told me that a “Certain Overbearing By-the-Book Reserve Lieutenant RL-15” was a real pain in his neck, and he told me how to avoid him. I learned to master insubordination to that same Lieutenant, and I have Commendations for doing it the right way, thanks to Ben.

We did not call my friend Benjamin who was one year younger than me, we all called him Ben. I was not called Alan, I was called Al. The Police Department is one big family and losing him affected many of us since we all shared our own families with each other.

My first daughter Sara was only four months old when I was accepted to the Hayward Police Reserve Academy with 20 other Cadet Applicants, and my wife would bring her down to the Station now and then.

Ben fussed over my daughter, he wanted to get married to Darlene, our Dispatcher. I always had to answer the ‘new Dad’ questions when we sat together.

I sat in Dispatch with Darlene and other Dispatchers as part of my Academy Training, I worked the Radio in the early morning hours, so I would know how to handle the calls from the Street Officers.

Doing a Welfare Check Training on ”1-Adam-12”, was the highlight of my 3am shift on Com-3 one night. I just wrote a 911 Training for our Volunteers for the Livermore-Pleasanton Fire Department, my “Swords to Plowshares” change of life in Retirement.

One night after hand-to-hand Combat Training, Ben saw me change my shirt and he saw something on my torso. Ben asked me, “Nichols, what is the scar under your arm on your left side, and what is the scar on your back from?”

I told Ben “chest tube,” and that I had barely survived a knife attack from behind. I was stabbed three times while Handcuffing a Trespassing Suspect named Ronald J. Salas, at an apartment complex in San Leandro back in 1977.

Ben was smaller than me, and he told me that he wanted to show me some “moves that he learned,” so I would not have to go through another knife attack.

One on one, he found time to help me defend myself better. My “360-Degree Awareness,” was vastly improved.

Three years later in 1987, Ben died from a knife attack from the rear. My Blue Line Flag is up because of his sacrifice to keep me healthy on the streets of Hayward.

“Officer Benjamin Worcester was stabbed to death while investigating a suspicious person call several blocks from the Police Station. A struggle ensued after making contact with the Suspect.”


“The Suspect was able to get behind Officer Worcester, produced a kitchen knife, and began stabbing him in the vest several times. He then stabbed Officer Worcester in the neck, killing him. The Suspect was convicted of Officer Worcester's murder and sentenced to 25 years to life in prison.”

(That Suspect is now out on the streets again.)

“Officer Worcester had served with the Hayward Police Department for 5 years. He is buried in the Chapel of The Chimes Memorial Park and Funeral Home in Union City, California.”

Wednesday, March 25, 1987, was a very warm night, and I was again in the old white Transport Van, and I had just washed out the Van from taking a load of drunks back to the Station.

I got a call where Ben’s fiancé Darlene who was doing Dispatch, she told me to meet Ben and take his DUI Prisoner from him.

I met Ben at his Unit at Winton and Jackson, and I told him that my Transport Van was still too warm to Transport his Prisoner. So, we let the handcuffed Prisoner sit in the open doors of my Van, until the moisture of my washing it out was gone (humidity).

During the 15 minutes that we waited, Ben talked to me about marrying Darlene and he had questions about my new daughter again, and the Suspect was cool and just sat there in his cuffs.

Just “guys being guys,” all three of us on a hot night, on a main street looking good. “Chillin’ in fresh Dry-cleaned Uniforms,” for the young girls that honked when they passed us.

While we waited for my Van to properly ventilate, the Suspect told us that he had a new roll of Rollo chocolates in his property, and he would share with us if we would give him one before he went to Santa Rita.

Giving a Suspect something to eat while they are handcuffed is not safe, they could choke. We diligently watched Ben’s Suspect slowly eat his soft Rollo candy, just like giving the sailor in custody one last fling, in the 1973 Jack Nicolson movie ‘Cinderella Liberty’.

When the Suspect was done with his second and third chocolate candy, he offered the rest of them to Ben and I. Ben and I went for the melting chocolate candy ourselves, the Suspect was really cool on that hot night.

Police Dispatchers have a special way to tell you that they know you are just “shooting-the-breeze” but are available, and Darlene kept clicking her microphone key bar to let us know that we were needed elsewhere.

Ben had a new detail.

I secured my Prisoner in the back of the now cooler Transport Van, Ben went to his Disturbance Call, and I headed for the Station to book his Prisoner. I heard Ben “go off on the address,” and a second Unit was responding to cover him.

I made it to the Station and was waiting to drive into the “sally port” where the entire Police Vehicle drives into a Secured Area and a roll up door closes behind them. I had two other Units ahead of me, so I just waited in the line.

A “3-beeper” came across the Radio, and I heard “Officer Down”, but it could not be Ben. He was that good on the street.

Other Police Officers in line for the Jail behind me, opened my Van doors and said, “Nichols, take my Prisoner.”

I ended up Booking three other Prisoners as the Units behind me, went backwards in full Code-3 in reverse with smoking tires, to get out of the line for the Jail.

I went home without asking about the Call, no one told me it was Ben that was down on that front porch. My Reserve Sergeant Bill Lindelius was at the Scene, they had enough people there already.

The next day, my Reserve Coordinator Officer Jerry White, told me that we lost Ben. After a few Moments of Silence and tearing up, Jerry asked me if I would like to take Ben’s last beat area to patrol so the HPD Regulars could all go to the Funeral, an extremely High Honor.

I agreed.

I arrived for the early morning “Meet and Greet” with the Alameda County Deputies who would be riding with us during the Funeral Detail, and we laid out the Patrol Areas and such.

Everything was going fine, until that certain Reserve Lieutenant RL-15 that Ben warned me about in the Academy, showed up late for the Detail.

Then he started in on me:

“Nichols, give me the keys to the new Patrol Car, I always get the new car.”

I really wanted to tell him “where to go,” but the small and familiar voice of a friend inside me, told me to throw the keys to my Unit across the room, to my Sergeant who was sitting at his desk briefing County Deputies.

Ben was in my head, we were that close.

My keys hit my Sergeant Bill Lindelius in his chest area, bouncing off his Vest and landing on the Map of the City where he was briefing County Deputies on the different Beat Areas.

The Sergeant from Alameda County turned around and said “Nichols, is there a problem?” He was riding in that same Unit with me, the Explorers had washed it especially for my Beat Detail to Honor Ben.

I told the entire Funeral Detail what the Reserve Lieutenant was trying to pull, and the now agitated County Sergeant read him the Riot Act about being late and missing the Funeral Detail Briefing. “You do not pull this kind of crap at a Policeman’s Funeral, now leave.”

It was my friend Ben in my head that told me to not be insubordinate even though I am Irish, that same Reserve Lieutenant beat him up when he was a Reserve Officer years earlier.

In a week, I was holding that same Reserve Lieutenants Badge and Gun in my hands, symbolically for Ben and me. The Lieutenant had Resigned.

With the County Sergeant next to me on Industrial Blvd., I saluted the hearse that Ben’s flag draped coffin was in as it went by, and I started to faint.

My legs went out from under me, and the big County Sergeant just put his arm under me and held me up so the Public would not see me on the ground in full Uniform.

We may lose someone close to us, but they are there to Counsel you when you need them, you just have to “listen a little closer.”

Virtual “Choir Practices” are in order Friends, please have a cold one on Facetime, with Ben and me.

Respectfully Submitted,

Al Nichols

Pacific High Vikings 1975
Benicia PD Reserves #357 (1980)
Hayward PD Reserves #729 (1984-1992)
CDF Bollinger Canyon Station (1991)
Currently with LPFD, Fire District 9, giving hugs out for free

Al Nichols #729
Hayward Police Reserve Academy Under Charlie Plummer, 25 June 1984

March 25, 2023

Dad, As I got word today that you cold blooded murder was granted medical parole, my heart just broke into a million pieces! I miss you so much and love you with all I am. You now have a grandson who has your name! I just wish he could of gotten to know the man he was named after! You are truly missed and still very loved! Rest easy daddy! Till I see you again in my heart is where ull remain!

Lisa marriott
Daughter

January 1, 2023

Dad, As I got word today that you cold blooded murder was granted medical parole, my heart just broke into a million pieces! I miss you so much and love you with all I am. You now have a grandson who has your name! I just wish he could of gotten to know the man he was named after! You are truly missed and still very loved! Rest easy daddy! Till I see you again in my heart is where ull remain!

Lisa marriott
Daughter

January 1, 2023

No parole letter sent. Rest in peace. You are not forgotten.

POLICE OFFICER III THOMAS ZIZZO
LAPD

November 28, 2022

No Parole Letter SENT

Cynthia Starr
Survivor

September 22, 2022

God Bless you, Officer. Rest in peace. You're contribution and service will never be forgotten.
You and your family are in my prayers.

Dy/Shrf. D. E. Larriviere
Vernon Parish Sheriff's Office, Leesville, La.

August 2, 2022

Rest in Peace my Brother in Arms

Anrae G Godley-Cooper
U.S. Army Military Police

July 26, 2022

Officer Worcester's NO parole sent by email. Praying his murderer never gets to see the loght of day again.

Cynthia
No Relation jist a survivor of ither fallen Officers

May 12, 2022

Dad I can't get you off my mind as u revived notification that he's going up for parole. I miss you so much, iv been very I'll latley, and wish you were still here, I need ur strength and courage to get thru this. I love you

Lisa Marriott
Hayward police dept

May 2, 2022

Ben and I worked the Criminal Investigations Division at NAS Alameda in 1982/83. Although it's been 40 years, I remember fondly our working relationship together. I recently had a vivid dream about Ben and our cases solved together. But I mostly remember his kindness and amazing sense of humor. He made every day coming to work so pleasant for all of us. He was such a jokester and just the sweetest man I've ever encountered. When I left for my next duty station on Oahu and heard of his passing, my heart was completely broken...especially in the horribly violent and senseless way it happened. It was Ben's greatest ambition to be the best law enforcement officer/detective he could possibly be. Ben left this earth doing what he loved best. I miss you, my friend.

Ronnie Boucher
Co-worker but mostly...friend

February 22, 2022

Ben,

I never met you but my father often would talk about you and how much he missed you, He would tell me how I would have loved my Uncle Benny. The first night he had his pub open he poured a drink for you two and sat at the bar after closing telling me about the crazy stuff you two would get into.

Legends never die and I hope you and Dad are riding again together.


JCH

Joe Helm
Family friend

November 4, 2021

I had worked at Hayward PD but transferred to Modesto PD in 1986. I remember the exact spot I was standing inside Modesto PD when I heard from another officer that a Hayward police officer was killed. My heart sank and I made a few calls and found out it was you, Ben. My sergeant and lieutenant called me into the office and gave me words of encouragement. They let me go home and I just couldn't believe/accept it.

The same two supervisors and another officer went to your funeral with me. We all went to the DSA Hall afterwards. So many good words and stories were shared about you. You were definitely high energy.

Anyway, know that you are still remembered and talked about. I hope the family is doing okay. Hugs to you all.

Mike Hermosa #374
Union City PD/Hayward PD/Modesto PD/Stanislaus County DA's Office

February 5, 2021

I had worked at Hayward PD but transferred to Modesto PD in 1986. I remember the exact spot I was standing inside Modesto PD when I heard from another officer that a Hayward police officer was killed. My heart sank and I made a few calls and found out it was you, Ben. My sergeant and lieutenant called me into the office and gave me words of encouragement. They let me go home and I just couldn't believe/accept it.

The same two supervisors and another officer went to your funeral with me. We all went to the DSA Hall afterwards. So many good words and stories were shared about you. You were definitely high energy.

Anyway, know that you are still remembered and talked about. I hope the family is doing okay. Hugs to you all.

Mike Hermosa #374
Union City PD/Hayward PD/Modesto PD/Stanislaus County DA's Office

February 5, 2021

RIP brother in blue.....

Sgt. Ray Gedney
Union City PD (ret.)

May 23, 2020

Rest in peace Officer Worcester.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

May 16, 2020

Dad I can't believe it's been 33 years since you were taken from me...i miss you so much. I love you rest with the angels.

Lisa Marriott
Daughter

March 25, 2020

Rest in peace Officer Worcester.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

October 29, 2019

I was born and raised in Hayward and had the honor to be one of the lucky ones who knew Officer Worcester. He was an amazing man and one who really, truly cared about you. His spirit is deeply missed still to this day. Thank you again for all you did to keep us safe and caring about us like you did. Blessings and love to you always. Rest in peace.

Janet Dykman Vargas

May 16, 2019

As a former reserve officer for the Hayward Police Department, I remember Ben and all these years later I still remember and find myself thinking of him. Even though I didn't know him very well I knew of him and his sacrifice. RIP Ben Worcester. You are not forgotten and will be remember by this person

Steven McReynolds
Former Reserve Officer 778
Reserve Academy 1984

Steven McReynolds former reserve office
HPD Reserve Academy 1984

October 25, 2018

Thinking of you today. Taken too soon...RIP brother

Steve Chiabotti (Det. Sgt. - retired)
Concord PD via Alameda County Sheriff's Department

June 22, 2018