Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Rest in heavenly peace

Mark Mottola

July 3, 2020

On the eve of our last normal night together so many years ago. I remember everything as if it were a movie. What we did ,where we went, what we ate. It was a regular evening, never realizing it would be our last. I thank god for the children you gave me as a reminder of the goodness in the world. I miss you every day and will love you until my last breath. Your Ali.

Allison
Widow

August 13, 2019

Rest In Peace Brother in Blue. You are honored and remembered on the 12th anniversary of your EOW.

Officer Mike Robinson (Ret.)
Upland Police Dept. CA

July 3, 2018

Sgt. Hanson, I met your wife and daughter tonight at the candlelight vigil. They're both beautiful. They touched my heart in a way that can't be expressed and as a result, you're memory will live in in me. I'm sorry for your loss, Scott, but your wife and daughter are ensuring your legacy. You should be very proud. Your loss is not in vain. Good has and will continue to come. Like I told your girl, I pray my 3 girls and son will never have to experience what your's have gone through and their prayers give me hope of that. Rest easy. We have the line. God bless you and your family.

Officer Ken Harris
El Cajon PD

May 8, 2017

Sgt. Hanson, I met your wife and daughter tonight at the candlelight vigil. They're both beautiful. They touched my heart in a way that can't be expressed and as a result, you're memory will live in in me. I'm sorry for your loss, Scott, but your wife and daughter are ensuring your legacy. You should be very proud. Your loss is not in vain. Good has and will continue to come. Like I told your girl, I pray my 3 girls and son will never have to experience what your'schedule have gone through and their prayers give me hope of that. Rest easy. We have the line. God bless you and type family.

Officer Ken Harris
El Cajon PD

May 8, 2017

Time may have passed but you are not forgotten. I believe as long as someone remembers you or speaks your name, you are still with us.
Thank you for your heroism.
GOD Bless

Detention Officer A.Zambito
Texas

July 4, 2015

As we prepare to honor those who have sacrificed, my heart aches for you. I know this is what you wanted to do in life, but it is such a sacrifice. Now your son will follow in your footsteps. I ask you to watch over him, to help him make those difficult and split second decisions with confidence. To be a good man and honor his profession at all times will be the ultimate sign he has found his calling.

Ali
wife

March 25, 2015

"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."
Matthew 5:9

Marshal Chris Di Gerolamo
Federal Air Marshal Service

October 1, 2014

A rambling fool, not in this life time Ms. Becker. I cannot think of a better tribute to a friend then yours. Covina and the Los Angeles Region mourn again tonight. Your friend has a new partner. May their memories be a blessing.

James M. Grant, CIAN II
Los Angeles Police Department

October 1, 2014

Before I even start to write this, I know, this will be long.
And I'm not sorry.

Remember when you told me about moving on from Covina and making more money than you and best days were ahead and so on? I was probably moping, cross-armed, and staring outside your Isuzu window. It was probably raining. I was probably 13. That lecture probably would go about the same way now as it did then. But even after twelve years, three associate's degrees, a Bachelor's and admission into law school, you would probably still be listening to me complain about life and then, you would probably still be telling me it gets better.

"You're far too young to be this cynicial." That's what you'd say.

I've got this special place in my mind for all of the Scott-ism's.
At Barranca Elementary on the lunch line sidewalk. With my fingers laced behind my back and rocking on my feet I looked up and asked, "Can I see your pepper spray?" I thought I was being adorable.
You laughed and said, "Yeah, real close you can."

I remember you would volunteer at some annual special event run at the school and you'd have us all run the first lap behind your cruiser. One year, you had to stop and chide the fast kids for trying to run past your car and we had to start over.

That one time when my friend Heather and I were playing baseball in the park in front of the police station and you drove by, saw me, and announced, "Now Batting, Lauren Becker." on your cruiser's loudspeaker. I wonder if you got in trouble for that.

Ali told me you would get in trouble sometimes because of me from being late when I would ask you for a ride home when you had a shift to get to. I was supposed to take the school bus but I hated that thing. The school bus would leave before you could send me back to it so you would drive me home since you were worried about me walking on Covina Hills.
When I got older, you would worry about me going 6 miles across town on my skateboard and public busses to visit my friends at Northview. I must still be worrying you, I know; if you could have heart attacks in heaven, I am sure I would have given you a few hundred of them by now from the things I've done since I turned 18.

Sorry about that.

Sometimes, still, I hear you asking, "Ms. Becker, does your mother know where you are?"

And I think the worst possible thing you could have ever said to me was that you had "eyes and spies watching me on every corner" when you dropped me off at the library and told me not to go mingle with the "bad boys" at the skatepark next door. I was oblivious back then. I get it, now.

I get mad a lot that you're gone. I think, *maybe working for the city wouldn't have been such a royal pain if Scott could have put in a good word for me*. If only date of your accident hadn't been the same night that I was told by my "volunteen" supervisor that I should apply for a job...

I think, maybe I wouldn't have ever gone completely psycho in my naivety over the world being unfair and people being inconceivably nefarious if Scott were there to explain things to me and calm me down the way that I think only he knows how.

Every now and then, still, when something interesting or exciting happens, my first instinct is to tell you. As if I can still hop into your car on your day off and vent before the rest of Andrew's friends pile in for free slurpees and rides home.

When I first started thinking about writing this, I was in tears and couldn't even transcribe fragments of my thoughts. Now I am smiling at the memories. I came to find this page tonight strictly because I think you made a deal with the powers of the universe to make me smile again, tonight.

I was alone tonight at Starbucks (typical) reading and passing time on social networks you never heard of (thank god)- twitter and facebook.
Often at coffee shops, I pause to eavesdrop on the conversations around me to see if I can manifest impromptu socialization should I hear something I can relate to.

Tonight, once again (and I wish you would've warned me about this lovely quality of Covina), I overheard three girls talk about sponsors and speaker meetings and nostalgia over past drug use. I started to tweet and complain "Get me out of this town!" I have nothing in common with anyone here!
Then I tweeted: "Maybe-one day- I will overhear three gainfully employed men talk about politics, current news, & tort law over spiked macchiatos. #ICanDream"

Remember when I was about 9 and I had to explain to you what emoticons meant? Wow, would I have a lot to catch you up on with tweets and hashtags, today...

Anyway, about 90 minutes later, three gainfully employed men did show up at Starbucks. I think I overheard some talk about city level politics. I couldn't tell you if their drinks were spiked or just spiced. But Scott, I'm pretty sure you're the one who sent them because those three men were three of your high-ranking Covina brothers on a coffee break.

REAL FUNNY, SCOTT.

When the Rowland/Barranca traffic camera flashes go off for no reason? I'm pretty sure that's just you saying hello.

Everytime I see your 1994 DARE card in my wallet, you're telling me another joke. Indulging in the humor of life with a smile on your face and a hand by your pepper spray.

I run into a lot of trying coincidences. I've decided to just blame them all on you trying to teach me life lessons from the other side.

I'd like to think you greeted my grandpa on 7/3 this year to celebrate your shared anneversairies of your lives after. I'd like to think you sung him Lennon while he sang you Sinatra.

I'd like to think that on your 48th birthday, either you gave me a gift or I gave you one. Either way, thank you. Without it, I would not have a moment of faith or sanity in this town- although, I do occassionally lose some sanity because of it. Maybe that was the point of the gift, anyway. You know whoat I'm talking about.

I don't stay mad about you being gone because I realize that it's possible that without the hardships in your absence, I would probably still be on my 6th or 7th year of community college working in a job where my bosses hate me and possibly even faking a drug addiction or religious belief for the sake of finding a place to fit in, here.

It's the anger indirectly derived from your absence that, simply, keeps me straight.

It's the realization that when I go back to hear you tell me about how I'm gonna take off out of Covina to go make six digits and a family someday---that I can't turn back to you and ask for an instruction manual. You didn't have one for me then and you couldn't, now. And me simply being angry doesn't solve that problem.
So I just keep going...
It's painful. And it's probably still raining.

Now this has gotten long and it's late and I feel like a rambling fool.
But I miss my hero.

Lauren Becker

December 29, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 6th anniversary year 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 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. Rest In Peace

I pray for the solace of all those that love and remember you for I know both the pain and pride are forever.

Phylllis Loya
mom of fallen Pittsburg (CA) Officer Larry Lasater

December 28, 2012

Sergeant Scott Hanson

Go rest in peace brother, for your job here is done.
May god rest your soul, bless all your loved ones and fellow officers.

"Hero's in Life, Not Death"
Ontario Police Memorial

D/C Simon Moussa
Ontario Provincial Police

December 8, 2009

Rest in Peace, Sergeant Hanson. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

October 22, 2009

7/3/06 = :(

JJ Foss
Sister of Scott Hanson

July 3, 2009

To Sgt. Scott Anthony Hanson, his family and his fellow officers with the Covina Police Department:

Our heartfelt thoughts are with you on the anniversary of Sgt. Hanson’s tragic death and we honor him for his valor and sacrifice to the community. Rest in Peace, Sgt. Hanson and thank you for your service.

Wives Behind The Badge, Inc.
Members and Staff

July 3, 2009

Happy birthday. You are missed every day.

Jerrie Foss
Scott Hanson's sister

June 17, 2009

7/3/2006 = :(
I think of you and smile/laugh every time I hear someone quote a corny line from a movie, any time I see someone taking special interest in those who need extra attention and any time I hear a reference to some obscure historical event. Because those are the things that remind me of you.

Jerrie Foss
Scott Hanson's Sister

July 7, 2008

Thank You for having served Orange County and Los Angeles County.

Maj M. B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD

July 3, 2008

To Scott's families:
There are messages here from all over the U.S. from people sharing in your
pain. Although you miss him dearly, may you be comforted knowing your
grief is being shouldered by others and that you are never alone. God bless
you!
Lynn Kole
Bellingham, WA

May 14, 2008

Scott, was not only a comrade best friend but also a pillar of life as to what was right with America, he will forever be the focus of what we all should strive for. Intelligent, common sense, positive attitude, and most importantly a love for family and life.


We all miss you every day!!

Captain Randy Alva
Best friends

February 1, 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
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and may not be duplicated without permission

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

November 25, 2007

Thank you for your bravery, dedication and sacrifice. May your family and friends take comfort in the knowledge that you will FOREVER be a hero and will NEVER be forgotten!

DET SGT, Retired
AR

November 5, 2007

ONE YEAR TODAY, SARGE. WE CONTINUES OUR PRAYERS FOR YOUR FAMILY, AS YOU CONTINUE YOUR WATCH OVER THEM AND OUR POLICE OFFICERS EVERYWHERE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR DEDICATED SERVICE.

SERGEANT HANSON, NEVER FORGOTTEN.

JIM SWEENEY CIVILIAN NEW JERSEY
A FRIEND TO ALL PEACE OFFICERS

July 3, 2007

One year has gone by since you passed. May God continue to bless your family and provide them strength. I ask that you continue to keep the men and women in Law Enforcement safe. You are a Hero Sgt. Hanson.

Police Officer L. Garcia
Los Angeles Police Department

July 3, 2007

Scott.
May God bless you and your family. Thank you for keeping our city a better place to live and work. I didnt really know you, but I use to see you alot in town. You would always wave and smile. God Bless you.. CSEDA

I have no rank...
I lived and worked in the same city that Scott did...

May 21, 2007