Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Rest in Peace Sgt. Price. Thank you for your service. My thoughts and prayers are with the Price Family and the NJCOC.

Cpl. Gary Hughes (Retired)
Passaic County Sheriff's Office New Jersey

January 22, 2022

Rest in peace and Olav Hashalom Corrections Sergeant Price. Your bravery and boldness will be forever saluted.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

July 4, 2018

Your heroism and service is honored today on the 12th 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 who was murdered in the the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered.

I pray for solace for all those that love and remember you for I know both the pain and pride are forever. Your family is in my heart's embrace. Thanks to your friends for sharing their memories and devotion to you in their reflections.

Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

April 19, 2012

Another year has passed and you are still admired and respectfully remembered in the hearts and minds of so many. My thoughts and prayers are with your loved ones and friends on this anniversary of your EOW. You will never be forgotten.

James Sheppard
Father of Sgt. Jason L. Sheppard EOW 12/7/06

April 19, 2010

My thoughts and prayers are with your loved ones and friends on this anniversary of your EOW. Continue to keep watch over them and those still out on patrol watching over the Thin Blue Line. You will never be forgotten.

James Sheppard
Father of Sgt. Jason L. Sheppard EOW 12/7/06

March 19, 2009

rest in peace my Brother.

Kevin T Ryan
NJ

April 20, 2008

Rest in peace Officer Price, you have made the ultimate sacrifice.

Corrections Officer Brook McDonald
Middletown P.D. (Ohio)

April 19, 2008

Thankyou for your service and sacrifice. GOD bless your family

POLICE OFFICER
PHILA PA

April 14, 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

December 12, 2007

My thoughts are with your loved ones on this 7th anniversary of your EOW. Thank you for your service. I gave over 30 years of my life to law enforcement and always said that those that worked in corrections were the heroes for they are locked up with the animals and not wearing firearms. Continue to keep watch over your loved ones.

Bob Gordon
Father of Michael P. Gordon, EOW: 8/8/04

April 18, 2007

I worked with Mike for almost 5 years as an officer and then he was my sgt when he was promoted. He was always with a smile and a hello! We talk on more than several occasions about our military times, family and his motorcycle. We will always remember the lousy weather times and him still riding that old bike into work. Gone but not forgotten!!!

Sgt T Cann
NJDOC

September 22, 2006

Rest in peace. You are not forgotten.

DE
St. Louis City Police

July 18, 2005

Sgt Price was one hell of a supervisor. I remember he was their when I had my first real verbal altercation with some inmate. He taught me that the pen was mightier than the sword and also how to jail. Sgt Price will always be remembered by the East 2 officers.

SCO Paul Carradine
NJ Dept. of Corrections

November 10, 2003

To Sgt. Price's Family, Be Strong for Mike is an angel on Duty at the Pearly White Gates. GOD needed the "BEST" to guard his gates, and knowing what a great man, officer, & boss he was. GOD got the "BEST"!!
Always in our hearts..........Never will we Forget!

SCO N.S.P.
NJDOC

October 9, 2003

The Officer's stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
They hoped their shoes were shining.
Just as brightly as their brass.

"Step forward now, Officers.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My church have you been true?"

The men squared their shoulders and
The Policeman spoke first
"No, Lord, I guess We ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges
can't always be a saint.

We've had to work most Sundays,
and at times our talk was rough,
and sometimes we've been violent,
Because the streets are tough.

The Corrections Officer then added,
But we never took a penny,
That wasn't ours to keep...
Though we worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And we never passed a cry for help,
Though at times we shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive us,
We've wept unmanly tears.

Together they say,
We know We don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted us around
Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for us here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
We never expected or had too much,
But if you don't...We'll understand.

There was silence around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Officers waited quietly,
For the judgment of their God.

"Step forward now, Officers,
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell."

Anonymous

IN LOVING MEMORY,SGT.MICHAEL.W.PRICE GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN,MIKE YOU ARE IN OUR THOUGHTS EVERY DAY.

SERGEANT THOMAS BAILEY
NEW JERSEY DEPTARTMENT OF CORRECTIONS

Mike was one of the most decent people in the business. I went to the acadamy with him, I worked with him on a daily basis he always brought something special to work. He rode his motorcycle year round rain or shine. He always brought a smile with him wherever he went.

lt. james B. Collins
njdoc