Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Jackson, my high school classmate, friend, and fellow SPD Officer. Mike Fletcher and I will be doing a short tribute to your life cut way too short at our 40th high school reunion tomorrow night. You are missed. -SPD Capt. Jim Dermody (Ret.)

Captain (Ret.) Jim Dermody
Seattle Police Department

August 23, 2024

Remembering your humor, positive outlook on life, and joy at being a father. You will never be forgotten.

S.A. Rick Mathers (Ret.)
FBI

March 17, 2024

JV, I still miss you so much. You were such a good friend and comrade. You came by Canal Market in Montlake and often visited myself and my brother Geoffrey, and we laughed for what seemed like hours sometimes. You are never far from our thoughts my friend. Jennie and Dawson sometime come by the QFC to say hello. Rest well my brother. I look forward to seeing you again when we meet for eternity.. Your brother and pal, Athan

ATHANASIOS RAPTES
Dear friend

August 29, 2020

your missed by many..

retired dispatcher/nancy mcmahon
seattle police

March 20, 2019

Miss your hilarious sense of humor

Retired. Det. Mo Stich
SPD and BIPD

March 16, 2019

Thinking of you.... I miss you brother...

Jerry

March 17, 2016

Jackson...just thinking about your stupid jokes and infectious laugh.

Chief Nick Metz
Aurora (CO) PD (former Seattle PD)

November 28, 2015

Hey Jack,
I wasn't a police officer but just a regular citizen. I am good friends with Jeannie, now and way back when. When I first met you, with your big laugh and big heart, I just knew the two of you would build a life together. I count myself as fortunate to have known you, if even for a couple years, and you live on in my thoughts every day. I miss you, man, and I know the world is a better place for having been graced by your presence. Love you, brother!

Steve McLean
Friend

March 16, 2015

Jack,

It will be 10 years this month that you left us. I think of you each and every day. I really miss you. I can still hear your deep voice when you would say my last name, that is the only name you called me by. I can remember when you left I was at home sick watching TV when the breaking news came on...and my heart sank. I called your phone it seemed like a hundred times telling you to "effing" call me. I wanted that phone to ring so bad.

Remember going to the 5th Ave Tavern? you ate 22 tacos on taco Tuesday. New record at that time. I enjoyed your friendship and loved being around you and your family. You were a great friend. THANK YOU!!! I miss you and love you my friend. You are not forgotten!

Keith Poteet Deputy
Snohomish COunty Sheriff

March 3, 2015

I had the pleasure of spending time with Jack in 1996. He was one of the most genuine and honest people I've ever known. He loved life and had many big plans he never got to fulfill. Billy Joel was correct when he said "Only The Good Die Young." I'm so sad and sorry his son won't know him.

CMD
Friend

May 11, 2012

A true friend, academy partner, East Precinct patrol partner and one of the finest human beings I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Rest in Peace my friend I miss you and will be having a green beer in your honor today buddy

Gerald "Ed" Casey, Chief of Police
Department of Veteran Affairs/SPD

March 17, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 7th 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.

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

March 16, 2012

Even after six years you still seem so close, Jack, like you're in the next room waiting for us. You are always in my heart.

Anonymous

March 18, 2011

I love you... I will never have a day where you will not be in my heart. xoxo

Anonymous

July 6, 2010

Has it really been five years? You are so missed. I visited the NLEM this year...it seems like I was just there to see your name added. I remember sitting with you on the front porch of your Green Lake house. I would stop by if I saw you out on your front porch. I would tell my stories to you about how I screwed up on FTO that day (or maybe a different day because there were a lot). You would tell me about how you screwed up too, because you had just gone back to patrol after being out for a long time and had a lot to learn like me. I was really proud to be working with you. We all miss you.

LG
Seattle Police Department

May 26, 2010

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

March 16, 2010

Death leaves a heartache
no one can heal;
Love leaves a memory no
one can steal

Today I took my son to the playground at St. John's that was built in your honor. My son is 5 and wants to be a police officer. He also loves to swim & ride on grandpa's boat. Maybe he'll follow in your footsteps. He was surprised when I told him that I knew the brave police officer that once went to school at St John's.

I pulled out old Blanchet HS yearbooks to show my son & the memories came flooding back. You were a character - in the best way possible.

Be Proud!
Be Brave!

Thanks for the memories, my friend!
@}->--

KS
Seattle WA

December 29, 2009

Today’s tribute to our Lakewood police officers and the earlier one for our own Seattle Ofc. Brenton brought back so many memories for me.

I still remember vividly the first time I met Jackson. It was soon after he joined the Harbor Patrol. We had had some jet-skiers going like gang-busters down Lake Union so I hit the speed-dial for the Harbor Patrol and he answered. When I identified my self as Misha Jackson, he gave me this big, wonderful laugh and said he’d do anything for another “Jackson!” Later that day (after he caught the guys) he came by the houseboat to introduce himself in person, and from that day on he would come by in the Zodiac to say “hi” when he was out on the lake. Sometimes he would come alongside and we would talk for awhile.

I remember his twinkling eyes and the flash of his smile so well. He loved to watch our golden retriever Maggie launch herself off the side of the houseboat after her decoy, and would always call out to her as he went by. Sometimes I would look up from my computer and see the Zodiac silhouetted on the lake. I always knew when Jackson was the officer on board. He had a strong, straight stance that was his and his alone. I still miss looking out and seeing him….and having him wave back. There were so many times that he came to our houseboat community rescue, and endeared him to all of us. He was larger than life.

One memory I will never forget was a day he saw me outside and headed immediately - full board - for the houseboat! At first I thought something was wrong until I saw this incredible grin plastered all over his face. He was beaming like he was going to burst…coming to tell me that his son had been born. I can still see him when I close my eyes. Oh how he loved his little boy! The conversation about kids came up often especially since my husband and I have 4 grandchildren. Jackson would always ask me about them. When our youngest grandson was born I couldn’t wait to get back to Seattle to tell Jackson – which I did the next time I saw him, and we shared pictures.

The notes from the song “The Wind Beneath My Wings” remains a constant whenever I think of Jackson…but I hear different words – words just to Jackson:

“Did you ever know that you were our hero?
That you were everything we could have wished you to be?
Your smile was brighter than the sunshine, and you’ll stay the hero within our dreams.
Thank God for you…you’re now the wind beneath our wings!”

You were our Zodiac warrior, our protector, our friend…you will always be in our hearts.

He is still so missed…

Misha and Dillon Jackson
Lake Union Houseboat Community Friends

December 8, 2009

I know this is late. I had the honor of meeting Ofc. Lone's widow last night. What a wonderful and strong woman. Thank you for sharing your story with us. Your family remains in our prayers.

Ofc. Lone, thank you for your service sacrifice to this community.

Kelly
SPD Wife

November 13, 2009

Dear Jackson, you are remembered today as a wonderful man and an outstanding friend. You will be honored everyday in my heart. I miss you very much.

Jeannie Lone

March 17, 2009

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 16, 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
Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © 1993 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

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

April 29, 2008

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH

March 16, 2008

My thoughts and prayers to the family, friends and co-workers of Officer Lone on the anniversary of his passing. May God comfort you all. My heart to his wife and son. Heros are never forgotten.

911 Dispatcher
Virginia

March 16, 2008

Today is the 3rd anniversary of your
death. I know you will be on alot of
minds and in alot of hearts today.
My thoughts are with your wife and
son, too and all your friends and
co-workers. God bless!
Lynn Kole
Bellingham, WA

March 16, 2008