Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Rest in Peace, Brother. May you have sunny days to guard the streets of heaven. When it thunders, we will know you are riding your HOG and keeping others from harm. Be assured that you will never be forgotten.

Semper Fi!

A Squad
Woodbridge CT PD

January 22, 2005

251,
While you are gone- you are never forgotten. I hope you are resting in peace, and that the Holidays are the best that they can be for your family-

241

December 19, 2004

I salute you for your service and honor you for your sacrifice.

A hero never dies.....

Rest in peace, hero.

September 29, 2004

BRIAN, YOU'LL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN YOU ARE TRUE HERO TO ALL OF US THAT OUT THE BADGE ON EVERYDAY. I HAVE A PICTURE OF YOU ON MY DESK AT WORK AND THERE ISNT A DAY THAT GOES BY THAT I DON'T THINK OF YOU. NEVER FORGET.

FUM #24 N.H.P.D

OFC. R. FUMIATTI
NEW HAVEN POLICE

May 15, 2004

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint of snow.
I am the sunlight of ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the sweet, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.

God bless.

Beth Sullivan - Aspiring Police Officer
& sister of an East Hartford Police Officer

February 20, 2004

Brian,
Without ever having met you, I felt a strong bond with you on the day of your funeral. Yours was my first police officer funeral. I could not believe the "Ocean of Blue" it was truly a spectacular sight. I think of that day often, and how it embedded in me the ever present danger we as officers face daily. Thank you for your service.
PJM

Sgt Patrick Major
Chicopee, MA P.D.

February 2, 2004

For Brian:

I don’t even remember when we first became friends. It may have been kindergarten or shortly thereafter. One thing I am clear on is that we couldn’t have been more different. You were as big and boisterous as a bull in a china shop and I was reserved and shy and just a speck by contrast. I was so small in fact, that I was lost in the tornado that usually followed you around. However, I was happy to be there and I tagged along with you for years. You were never short of a thrill for a quiet skinny kid with glasses who mostly kept to himself.

So many of my most favorite childhood memories involve you and thrills you used to involve me in. Your backyard was like a construction site with forts and tree houses and trenches in the dirt. A motorcycle track circled your yard and we were happy to race around on our dirt bikes for hours at a time. How on earth did the neighbors tolerate that? Did they have any choice? There were pool parties on your birthday, twin pool parties – with a boatload of friends calling allegiance to both you and your twin sister Carolyn. There would be an endless stream of shivering bodies sliding down what seemed like a giant waterslide into the waiting pool below.

Everything about you was huge. Your dad was like a giant to me and he was always eager to mix up in the fun. Your dog was of course, a St. Bernard – as big as they come – easily outweighing me by a ton! There was always an element of excess that made me a believer in your way, Bri’s way. The fights you had with John were legendary. It wouldn’t be unusual for the two of you to throw each other through a wall or two in one exchange, only to forget about the whole damn thing only minutes later. If John wasn’t around to engage in a tustle, you looked my way, only you were kind enough to employ a pair of boxing gloves that were always on hand for such scrums – friendly scrums that is. More than once, you conned me into strapping on a pair with the understanding that you would “take it easy”, or employ the use of only one hand … “come on Chris, I’ll only use my left….but you better take your glasses off anyway… just in case I get lucky and catch you with one.” My naiveté would soon evolve into a pummeling with cries of “I give, I give, Bri stop – I GIVE!”

I would have followed you almost anywhere and often that is exactly what I did. My parents were very fond of you but admitted years later that you scarred the hell out of them! They confessed to being very worried about what you might get me into, but they never had the heart to steer me away. Part of their concern was that you were always on a fast track to something, trouble often not far behind! To be your friend was to be near to the fray, yet safely tucked under your wing. I was but only one of the many that would spend some time under there. Maybe my parents saw that… There are so many memories of my childhood that I will always cherish and keep close to me as I press forward in this life. So many of those memories remain vivid because of you.

I have a wife and children of my own now. One of my boys bears your name and when he is old enough he will know who you are and what you meant to me. All of my children will know how you died, providing protection to those who couldn’t protect themselves. It's hard to believe it has been five years since you were taken from us. I miss you so much. And while there is still much pain and a tremendous sense of loss that I will always carry in my heart, it is overshadowed still by the pride I feel just from having known you and what it was like to be tucked safely under your wing. To a skinny kid with glasses, you were always larger than life. You always will be. I love you and I will never forget…

Chris

Chris B. Davis

January 23, 2004

And now I am contented that my life it was worthwhile

knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is down and feeling low,

just lend a hand to pick him up as on your way you go.

When you are walking down the street, and you’ve got me on your mind....

I’m walking in your footsteps, only half a step behind.

And when you feel the gentle breeze, or the wind upon your face,

that’s me giving you a great big hug or just a soft embrace.

And when it’s time for you to go from that body to be free,

remember you’re not going, you are coming here to me.

And I will always love you from that land way up above.

Will be in touch again soon.

P.S. God sends his love.

You are sorely missed, son.

Love

Mom and Tom

Carol Aselton Benoit
Mother

Brian,

I think of you so often and smile when I remember the moments we shared together.  I can hear you say my name as if it was yesterday!  You have always held a special place in my heart...and you always will.

I am sad, however, when I think of all of the wonderful things that you have not had the opportunity to experience in life. You will never know the closenss of marriage or the extreme joy of raising children. You cannot ever again enjoy the beauty of the seasons. And you will never again share in laughter with a friend.  I not only experience sadness, but anger as well, when I think of the senseless act that caused you to miss out on these wonderful things in life.

I can only find comfort in the fact that while you were here, you lived life to the fullest. You laughed hard, you worked hard, and you played hard...and you gave of yourself in many ways. And, you continue to give.  You have given me the gift of friendship...with your sister, Carolyn. Truly a gift I will treasure.

Those of us that were lucky enough to have, in some way, been part of your life, can find comfort in these memories that will be forever ours.

Brian, I hope that you, wherever you are now, are able to laugh and be yourself.

You will always be remembered in my heart.

love,

Kristen

Kristen Chamberlain
Friend

We have never met, but I feel I know you.  I work with your Mother and she talks of you fondly.  It is a great tragedy that you were taken from this earth at such an early age.  My son died six months after you did and I believe you two are together in heaven watching over your Mothers.  One sweet day we shall all be together again.  May your family find peace in knowing you are safe now.

Love, Cheryl Exum

Cheryl Exum
Friend

Dear brian,

I AM A STUDENT AT LILBURN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND YOU WERE CHOOSEN AS THE PERSON THAT I HAD TO DO A PROJECT ON. NOONE SHOULD EVER HAVE TO GO THAT WAY, BUT WHEN THE LORD WANTS YOU TO JOIN HIS ARMY HE WANTS YOU THEN AND THERE. I WILL PRAY FOR YOUR FAMILY (YOUR TWINPARENTS AND YOUR BROTHER) BUT THANK YOU FOR BEING A GREAT POLICE OFFICER AND A GREAT HUMAN BEING.

Anonymous

THE OFFICER STOOD AND FACED HIS GOD, WHICH MUST ALWAYS COME TO PASS.  HE HOPED HIS SHOES WERE SHINING, JUST AS BRIGHTLY AS HIS BRASS.  STEP FORWARD NOW, OFFICER.  HOW SHALL I DEAL WITH YOU?  HAVE YOU ALWAYS TURNED THE OTHER CHEEK? TO MY CHURCH HAVE YOU BEEN TRUE?  THE OFFICER SQUARED HIS SHOULDER AND SAID, NO LORD I GUESS I AIN'T.  BECAUSE THOSE OF US WHO CARRY BADGES CAN'T ALWAYS BE A SAINT.  I'VE HAD TO WORK MOST SUNDAYS AND AT TIMES MY WALK WAS ROUGH, AND SOMETIMES I'VE BEEN VIOLENT BECAUSE THE STREETS ARE TOUGH.  BUT I NEVER TOOK A PENNY THAT WASN'T MINE TO KEEP.  THOUGH I WORKED ALOT OF OVERTIME WHEN THE BILLS GOT TOO STEEP.  AND I NEVER PASSED A CRY FOR HELP THOUGHAT TIMES I SHOOK WITH FEAR.  AND SOMETIMES, GOD FORGIVE ME, I'VE WEPT AN UNMANLY TEAR.  I KNOW I DON'T DESERVE A PLACE AMONG THE PEOPLE HERE.  THEY NEVER WANTED ME AROUND EXCEPT TO CALM THEIR FEAR.  IF YOU'VE A PLACE FOR ME HERE, LORD, IT NEEDN'T BE SO GRAND.  I NEVER EXPECTED OR HAD TOO MUCH, BUT IF YOU DON'T I'LL UNDERSTAND.  THERE WAS SILENCE ALL AROUND THE THRONE, WHERE THE SAINTS OFTEN TROD.  AS THE OFFICER WAITED QUIETLY FOR THE JUDGEMENT OF HIS GOD.  "STEP FORWARD NOW, OFFICER.  YOU'VE BORNE YOUR BURDENS WELL.  COME WALK A BEAT ON HEAVEN'S STREETS, YOU'VE DONE YOUR TIME IN HELL."

Anonymous

A police officer was killed today.

His name was Brian Aselton.

You won't see that the usual "crowd of people" marching down the street to protest how unjust the killing was.

You won't see the ACLU rushing in to see if his civil rights were violated.

We won't have riots in the streets over his death.

What you will see is his fellow officers continuing to carry out their duty while they shed silent tears.

What you will see is his family trying to be brave while their hearts are breaking.

And what you will also see is a sadness in the faces of every law abiding person in this community.

We have lost one of our own.

One of the "good guys".

I offer my deepest sympathy to his family and fellow police officers.

May God Bless you all.

Len Frost Jr

Dearest Brian,

Hello angel. The first anniversary of losing you is soon upon us.  I hope I have made you proud; in our 26 years together, and this year without you here, for I am so proud of you, and so proud to say that you are my brother, my twin.  Look down on us Sunday night... all the lit candles are for you.  I miss you and I love you.  Your twin, Carolyn

Carolyn A. Aselton

I am not sure if my reflection is entirely appropriate, I never had the honor of knowing Officer Aselton. I am 21 years old and aspiring to become a Police Officer. I write this because at the time of the shooting I was living down the street from Officer Aselton's murder. I believe I saw the first reponders from the highway on the way home. When I first saw the news report I broke down in tears. I couldn't believe that it could happen so close to home. And when I saw Officer Aselton's photo I believe I had a moment of revelation that strengthened my resolve in becoming a Police Officer. I know I will forever carry the memory of Officer Aselton in my mind, and I pray that one day I may honor the memory of those who have died in the line of duty when I serve myself. This reflection was left with the utmost respect, and I pray for Officer Brian Aselton and the family he left behind.

Gary Buzzell
Aspiring Police Officer

NEVER FORGET..........YOU WILL ALWAYS BE OUR GUARDIAN ANGEL

Ofc. Nyenhuis

I WAS IN THE ACADEMY WITH BRIAN. HE LIVED ABOUT THREE DOORS DOWN FROM ME. I SPENT A LOT OF TIME IN HIS ROOM. BRIAN WAS 6'2", 24O POUNDS, A 300 SHOOTER, AND ALSO IN THE ARMED FORCES. HE WAS TRAINED VERY WELL. I WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT THAT HE WAS THE ONE WHO WOULD BE KILLED IN THE LINE OF WORK. THERE WAS 33 PEOPLE WHO WAS IN OUR CLASS. WE GRADUATED ON 1/27/98 AT ABOUT 1800 HOURS. ON 1/27/99 AT ABOUT 1800 HOURS I WAS STANDING OVER BRIAN'S BODY SAYING MY GOOD-BYE. I SPOKE WITH BRIAN THE DAY HE GOT KILLED. I WILL NEVER FOREGET HIM.

Officer Earl Middleton
Vernon PD, CT

We miss you 251. You and your family are in our thoughts and prayers - God bless. -237

Officer D. Mormino
East Hartford

E.H. Police Officer Brian Aselton

I came here searching, today. I wanted to see if Brian was remembered, as I hope that he is. I searched until I came near the limits of the web page, and I am grateful that I got to see that his name is here. And that he is remebered. As we approach what is going to be four years since his cruel and senseless murder, I guess that in many ways, I am still searching. In alot of ways, I think I always will be. I will always be searching for an answer as to why this had to happen? As to why the cowardly animal who murdered him was not already in a prison cell for his numerous convictions, and that Brian would be alive now? As to why his family and loved ones have to suffer so much? But most of all, I think I have been searching for almost four years, for a meaningful way to say that I am sorry. That I am sorry that, for the scores of times that I stopped next to a solo officer, as an armed citizen, in an effort to watch his back, that this was not one of them. That I am sorry that while a decent and couragious young man was forced to fight for his life, all alone, and lose, that I was literally across the street, in my living room, holding a coffee cup. That I am sorry that even though I was 300 feet away, that I was not there to try and help. That I did not even know anything, until it was all too late. And that I am sorry that none of this, can or will mean anything to the family, the loved ones, and the couragious fellow officers who lost so very much on one tragic, evil, and senseless night.

For three years now, since I left East Hartford for the south, I have been searching for a way to put on "The Uniform" as a volunteer (this is actually allowed here) so that I can (officially) "watch the back" of those who do so much to protect us. If I am ever blessed with this priviledge, I hope that it can somehow be my own little memorial to Brian. As long as I am capable of carrying a thought, I will remember the night that Brian was murdered. I will remember how he died. I will remember that, in reality, I failed him. As indeed, our entire society has failed all of those, who sacrifice so much for our benefit and safety. I will remember the pain that his fellow officers that I do know felt. (I cannot even begin to understand how they feel). And I will remember to "watch the back" of those who continue to protect our very lives. To his family and loved ones, and to those who served with Brian, it is my prayer that God will ease your pain. I hope that you will be left with only fond memories of Brian. I hope that they will always feel the pride that they should, of such an honorable and couragious officer. Of the cowardly animal who murdered Brian, for no reason other than he felt like it, I hope and pray that God roasts him in Hell for all time. (As he deserves). I hope and pray that Brians' loved ones can somehow carry on with their lives, even after such enormous and tragic loss. And I hope that God will protect his family members, and fellow officers, who still carry the badge with honor, and serve us in ways that we don't even begin to appreciate. I hope that all of us, never forget Officer Brian Aselton. I know that I won't. BRIAN, I AM SORRY!

George Littlejohn

Hi Brian,
There was a sense of peace about me today as I sat in the courtroom listening to the motions for your trial. Perhaps a sense of peace that justice will be served, finally. My heart is still broken without your laugh and smile. I cried fresh tears today just like those I shed January 23, 1999. Know John, Dad, Heather, and I, as well as the rest of your family and friends are here for you today and always. Everyday is a day without you here, but you are always in our hearts and minds.
I miss you, angel. Stay with us and see us through justice served.
You are loved and missed beyond measure. Never Forget.
All my love,
your sis,
Carolyn

Carolyn A. Aselton
twin sister

To Carolyn Aselton,
I want you to know my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family still to this day. As a young cop just on the job going to say goodbye to a fellow brother for the first time was a hard thing to do. Years have passed but the memory of my fellow brother cop, fellow brother Marine stay with me to this day. Looking at your words to him on this site touch me still and having 4 sisters and 2 brothers I can only imagine.... Please know we have not forgotten and never will.

A fellow brother
Portsmouth Police Department, VA

Brian, though I never knew you, I owe you a gratitude of thanks. You have given me a new friend in your sister, Carolyn. She has been a wonderful friend, who listens and helps me when she can. She has helped to see me through a difficult time. We share in common that we both lost our brothers, and we miss you both so much. I hope you and Damon have had a chance to meet up there, as you both have brought Carolyn and me together. You are a hero and will never be forgotton. God Bless.

Sabrina Moody

Hi angel. Our birthday came and went Monday. I was in good company. I know you were around and that you were looking out for John. I think we all just get through the day as best we can-- and laugh and smile and remember what a special day it is. It is hard to believe that next year I will enter my thirties without you right next to me to relish all they have to offer. Keep looking out for us. Thanks for being you and for all the joy and silliness you brought me and the memories I cherish. I love you and miss you. Happy Birthday, twin brother. Your sis, Carolyn