Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Happy Thanksgiving Jared. Continue to watch over us. We miss you.

November 21, 2007

Jared,

I do not know how many fathers have learned valuable "life" lessons from their son ... but I, even at my age continue to learn from you. The personal traits, the dedication to worthy goals, the passion, courage that you exhibited in your earthly life ... the demands for excellence that you placed upon yourself ... these are attributes that are most exemplary. These are but a few of the appropriate words that define you, my precious son. I can only hope and pray ( as I do ) that God will help me in trying to emulate you.

Be with me. Be near me. I need that so.

Love you, Honey.

Dad

Thomas Jensen
I am Jared's Father

November 10, 2007

Jared,

Just thinking about you...take care buddy.

jeff

October 27, 2007

Jared,

I know you were watching today as we dedicated a park in your name. How incredibly beautiful was this day, and how fitting that the laughter of children could be heard in the background during the ceremony. I'm sorry, but I could not feel sad today. The wetness in my eyes were only selfishness on my part, but the pride I feel just being part of such a great warrior's life. Today, I felt nothing but joy as you were remembered in such an unselfish fashion. Just a few days ago, I taught a new group of rookies and talked of you, Ken and Beth. I challenged them to honor you all, and the thousands of other heroes across this country who have given their lives since I was sworn in.

Now on such a warm and sunny day, we honored you in another way as generations of families will enjoy this park, because of you. Your mom and I are already planning a picnic there with your nieces and nephews and my kids. You never stop giving to us. You wanted to make a difference.........you did. You do!

JD

October 24, 2007

You have not been forgotten...
A Proud CS citizen

October 23, 2007

I loved being with your friends today. We all miss you terribly. Please be with them each day as they work hard to protect us all.

Mom

Debby Hudson
Mom

October 16, 2007

I am getting close to going into a police academy and its becoming overwhelming. I am excited, nervous, anxious, happy...so many things. I keep remembering your funeral and the ride to the cemetary. I can't help but feel emotional when I think of you. I just hope I can be a great officer like you. I have a pin your police department was selling on my vest and I wear it at all times. I will never forget you..you will keep me strong and motivated to do my job and be great! thank you

October 14, 2007

Met your Dad today, a wonderful man who loves and misses you dearly as I know all of your loved ones do. I'm looking forward to meeting him again where we will have more time to exchange stories about our hero sons. As I told your Dad, being a police officer takes a special person as you don't enter this profession with the intention of making a big salary. It has to from the heart and I know you had the heart to want to help others and make a difference. There are people out there that you touched and helped and will remember you always. You will always be remembered by the Blue Family and those that love you. Continue to watch over all of them.

"Good Men and Women Must Die, But Death Cannot Kill Their Name"

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

October 10, 2007

Miss you, wish you were here.

October 4, 2007

I/we think of you.

peace

September 30, 2007

you are gone, but not forgotten about, we here in Arkansas just lost one of our own and it is a hard time, but take care of Philip now, we miss you J-Rod

September 28, 2007

Hi Jared,

Late tonight I watched and listened to a DVD of the very gifted, Italian tenor, Andrea Bocelli. I throughly enjoy listening to him and have for years. Tonight the video also showed scenes of him at his home in Italy. When I saw his young son, maybe 2 or 3 years old, running into his Dad's arms and Bocelli picking him up with a look of total, immense love and joy on his face ... instantly my mind flashed to a flood of memories; you, as a very young boy, running to me that way .. and that look of total joy on my face. Me giving you superman rides - running throughout the house, the two of us playing football, baseball, watching you perform during your "magic shows", watching you as an actor on stage over the many years ... you at age 6, when I tucked you in bed one night saying ..."Dad, I love you from here to new York." The memories, the thousands and thousands of memories. My God, how enormously blessed I am to have you as my son.

Last year, when I drove to Colorado Springs for the Medal of Valor Ceremony where you and your fellow officers were honored, I listened to a Bocelli CD that I had just purchased. While I drove, one of the songs, titled - L'INCONTRO - just grabbed me, and caused me to break and sob. It is about a father, holding his infant son and realizing how much, how very much this boy means to him. Bocelli sings the words in Italian in a slow, melodious, operatic voice. Then one of your favorite singers, Bono of U2 fame, in English slowly speaks, does not sing, the following words:

"While like a giant - proud and happy
I take my baby in my arms, fragile, innocent and alive.
And like a little bird, he's pushing against my chest
abandoned, quiet and safe. For an instant-almost sweetly,
my destiny appears to me like a dream

and I see myself, old and surrended
seated there, near the coalfire,
Waiting for the evening with the anxiety of a child,
just to see him coming back home
with the gift of his smile, of his words and kindness.
It's like a promise that can solve the enormous joy
of one of his caresses.

That's when I wake up and I have already forgotten.
But inside of me, the boy's trapped soul advises me
that this new born child is already more important to me
than that of my own life ..."

The last song on the DVD tonight was, "Time to say Goodbye." But we, you and I, never said goodbye to one another when we ended a phone conversation or when we were together and then one of us left.

On February 21st, 2006 - - 24 hours almost to the minute when you were taken from this earth -- you and I enjoyed our last conversation. You phoned me with such excitement about how, when you would be in Chicago in July, we would play golf, see the Cubs play and see 2 days of NASCAR races. We talked for 45 minutes, 2 excited guys - Son and Dad. When we were finished we said what we ALWAYS would say... "you take good care, I love you, Jared"... "I love you Dad." ... One full turn of the earth later ... you were gone.

But, my dear precious son... as I have since told you many times ... I will get through the pain, the agony. Then, someday at God's choosing, I will be with you again. Then I will never, ever leave you.

Love you Jared,

Dad

Thomas Jensen
I am Jared's Father

September 28, 2007

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

September 24, 2007

I promised more than a year ago to never forget, and I have not...you are still in the hearts and minds of many, even those who never had the honor of meeting you... Rest in peace and peace and love to your family..
A Proud CS citizen

September 23, 2007

We just want you to know that you are in our prayers always. I'm sure Det. Jensen was a good man, and will remain in the hearts of many.

Terri Perreira
sister of Officer Augustus J Perreira

September 21, 2007

I miss you more than words can say -

YBB

September 21, 2007

You are never forgotten!

CSPD LEO Mom

September 21, 2007

Just thinking about my heros today. You are missed!

S
CSPD family

September 12, 2007

I do not leave a reflection very often because I feel terribly paralyzed by Jared's death, but I do want all of you to know what a great comfort your messages are to me and the rest of Jared's family. Your messages reinforce that GOOD is overcoming evil. We are all striving to live our lives in the manner that Jared lived his.

Again - I thank you all.

Debby Hudson
Jared's Mom

September 10, 2007

Detective Jensen,
You will never be forgotten, nor will your family, who bravely continue on.

former Colorado Springs resident

August 31, 2007

I have not forgotten...
A Proud CS citizen

August 26, 2007

Its been a while since I have posted anything but I come here everyday. If for no other reason, just to remember. I have learned so much about you and the more I learn, the more I regret not having the chance to meet you. I feel the world has been cheated the chance to know who you really are and what you are really about. I say "are" because I know your are still here. We all know it. You are missed more than any words could express so I wont try. I wish Natalie, Jonika, Jeff, your parents, and all of your family and friends peace in their hearts. Hopefully someday they will have the calmness in their souls that they need. Hopefully someday we will all have it.

August 23, 2007

I've been told time heals... It doesn't.

Peace

August 19, 2007

I worked in the same building, on the same floor as you did. Sometimes we would share an elevator ride but never spoke. I also walk at the park close to where it happened. Once I realized who you were, my heart sank. Every one I work with was very sad to hear what had happened. I want to thank you for protecting our city and for giving your life in the process. You are a brave man.

Jessica

August 15, 2007

I don't like it that your gone, I don't like it that my heart aches so much.....but I know your safe now, I know your happy....I know it, every time I feel a gentle breeze across my face. There's so many things I never had a chance to tell you. Did you know how much I loved you and cherished you as my brother....how thankful I was to have you as my big brother. I was so blessed and lucky to have you, Jeff, Jeff H. and Jim as big brothers. I talk about you so much....because I don't want to forget any memories. Aaron still says goodnight to you every night....looking at your picture.

Thank you for keeping Lindsey and Baby Avery safe....just as you did when I delivered Faith. Avery is so beautiful...another blessing from God. Both Jim & Lindsey and Avery and Big Sis Mckenna are all doing great.

Here at Cliff's office (and the other guys), many clients ask about you....they want to know about you beyond the police department....to sum it up, I tell them we fought like cats and dogs growing up....but you were also my big brother and wouldn't allow anyone else to pick on me. You were my protector. Please continue to watch over all of us.

Miss you

Jonika Winkler
Jared's Sister

August 15, 2007