Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Steve was a member of my fraternity, Tau Kappa Epsilon, at the University of Washington. He was considered the toughest guy in the house, and the second wildest, after his best buddy, the late Domingo Quiachon. He was selective about who he mixed with, but I'm proud to say that his best college friends, after Domingo, were Roger Epps, Dave Gruber, Jeff Babb and myself. We are all thankful for what Steve became, and we know that God is holding him close.

Barney Hartley
Friend

September 24, 2010

Steve,

I have moved on from White Center, to the desert of AZ. I think of you often and will NEVER forget all that you taught me and I inspire to be everyday. You may be gone, but you will never be forgotten !!!!

JJ

4K70 (former) KCSO
Scottsdale, AZ PD

July 13, 2010

Steve,
We kicked a lot of ass an took names for years at #4. Deputies are handcuffed now and hiding under rocks. Afraid of #1 and her food tasters. You were, and still are the reason I put the uniform on everyday and still kick ass. I raised my right hand to protect and serve. I will continue to do so. Just as you did everyday! Respect, Miss you man.

Anonymous

January 16, 2010

HERO...........

Anonymous

January 6, 2010

Steve I know you are watching over us and I am grateful. Yesterday was a hard day to get through still remembering what happened to you. You are as always much loved and missed.

Friend Danelle Johnson
Friend

December 3, 2009

Hi, Steve, you have already been joined by four Lakewood Police Officers and one Seattle Police officer, of late. I know you are not alone. My Love to you and for what you stand for. Deputy from Precinct 4.

Anonymous

December 2, 2009

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

I pray for the solace of all those who love and miss you, especially your family. The pain and pride are forever.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater

December 2, 2009

We miss you, Steve. Thanks for watching over us...
This day is a tough one. You will always be remembered and loved dearly.

Anonymous

December 2, 2009

Hi Steve. Thinking about you alot lately.You are missed so much. Say "hey" to our family members up there for me.

Anonymous

December 1, 2009

Hey Steve, The anniversary of your death will be here soon. We are all looking forward to the anual gathering/dinner to celebrate your life. Those of us from the "Center" are scattered all over the county now but even in death you manage to bring us all together. You are not forgotten Steve. Everyday you still touch our lives.

Deputy Christine Masters
King County Sheriff's Office

November 15, 2009

Happy 4th of July, America! It's people like Steve that make our country great...unselfishly putting others before themselves. We are blessed to live in a country that still values life and liberty. Thanks to all our public servants who give of themselves on a daily basis to enrich our lives and secure our peace and safety. God bless each of you.
Lynn Kole
Bellingham, WA

Anonymous

July 4, 2009

It's been 2 years since you were taken. I just read the last 4 pages of your reflections. I remember the impression you left on me when you died and the sadness your wife felt after losing her "superman." I made a copy of that article and have never forgotten it. Your work ethic was amazing and you definitely followed your calling. No one will ever have the impact you had on your fellow officers, your family and your community. You are ONE in a MILLION! May the Lord Jesus continue to heal and bless all who knew and loved you. You were a true servant and you will NEVER be forgotten!
Lynn Kole
Bellingham, WA

Anonymous

December 7, 2008

My thoughts and prayers are with your loved ones and friends on this second 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

December 2, 2008

RIP.You will never be forgotten.

Anonymous

November 10, 2008

my buddy...high school bestfriend...it's now 11/05/08, Wednesday, 0425am...deleting 2year old emails and came across emails regarding you...weeping, crying, missing you I guess, while browsing thru others' reflections...don't know why God woke me up...got to get up for work in an hour...but I'm glad He did...

I remember Evergreen High School basketball...weightroom...you were on the golf team...Ron Artest type of basketball player you were...played everyday back then at White Center fieldhouse...

I remember following you on your bike to go home after school...either in '63, '68, '73 Impala...you were always a 'Johnny Dangerously' type...you would race me...even speeding faster thru stopsigns,never slowing down...

That's your nickname..."a never slow down" person...

Whether in sports, relationships, weightroom, giving a smile (PowerHouse), helping hand, an encouraging word to push/drive/keep one going in life...

you knew nothing about basketball, but we would be the 1st ones in the gym, the last ones to leave...working/grinding/learning/applying from Red Auerbach's NBA halftime training tips back then...

I remember the time(s) you invited me to your home...1 or 2 times after school...just to show me in your room how you would sit on the floor, spread your legs apart, touch all the way flat on the floor your chest, while both hands grasping your toes for seemingly, endlessly, effortlessly; because you did it everyday, regularly, constantly, loyally, heartfully, and faithfully...

I think you use to with us brothers/cousins/friends dancing/disco...you tried to dance...you enjoyed it...

yes, you loved to drive very humble cars...small 4cylinders to save gas...you were very wise...physically,financially,emotionally,psychologically...

you were very shy to approach your very 1st girlfriend in high school...she was either/or both a cheerleader or gymnast; but I remember sneaking/peaking thru doors with you showing me,telling me how you had a crush; but took forever to make a move...so, I finally hooked you together...she was your high school sweetheart long time...

got to get ready for work buddy...

oh, I remember taxicabbing downtown Seattle...stoppinf by the Mayflower Park Hotel, 4th&Stewart to use the restroom...you bartended...I would touch base with you...I think those were your college days...I don't even think that you drank alcohol...I don't know...because you were always health focus...

got to go buddy...hope to see you again someday, somewhere in heaven...

noel san luis diaz
high school bestfriend

November 5, 2008

Steve,

Well, it's been a while bro. I hear they've named a park after you. That's very fitting - the sub in White Center and a park, both sides of a great man. I sure miss you. I watched the tape KING5 still has on their site, I still hate that I wasn't there. Never got to meet Maria or Bronson, hope I get to someday soon.

You know, what I hate most is I don't think we parted on the best of terms. I hope if I said anything that bothered you or the like that you'll forgive me. I never meant anything harsh to you. You were an incredible guy, I'd do another ride or (better yet) work along side you ANY day!

I miss you, bro. My continued prayers for Maria and the family; your brother and folks, too. Peace.

Rest easy, Steve, we've got it from here.

Ofc. Alan Mitchell
Alaska Division of Juvenile Justice

October 2, 2008

mr. cox was a kind, funny man who took care of white center..... he made sure i got home safe many nights, and i will never forget him! my mom and i miss his infectious smile all the time as we walk in downtown white center. he is missed greatly.

s.rene' townsend
citizens

October 1, 2008

Steve, I thought of you today and wanted to see your face again so I came here. I miss seeing you in the morning at Geno's coffee shop. You in your beater red truck, grubby sweats, on your way to work on your rentals in the Center. We'd tease you about your truck and you'd laugh. Luna waiting patiently in the truck for your return. Those were the good days. I miss you Steve and I hope you know I will never foget you.

Deputy Cris Masters
King County Sheriff's Office

September 16, 2008

Not really sure why I decided today to look at this. I looked at once before in 06 and it was more than I could bear.

I remember calling into the sergeant’s office the morning you were killed. Per Ndog SOP I didn’t and still don’t watch the news or read the paper. There is seldom good news in there. I wanted to check my district assignment for the day so I’d know where to go when swing shift started. Hatch answered the phone and he was choked up like I’ve never heard before. He told me what had happened.

I went to work that afternoon and just went through the motions for another year. I wasn’t excited about police work anymore. Gangs swat, car chases, black stuff with Velcro, all the stuff that I used to think was so exciting seemed pointless. I hid out on Vashon and tried not to have “police” contact with anyone, not citizens, criminals or even other officers. A year after you were taken from us, I left police work.

Honestly, I think I put that year into a mental lock box and never considered it until today. When you were killed I remember being so angry with you. There was no sense in it. Today I think I finally realized that you had a bigger impact on me than my ego was willing to accept, if that makes sense.

This past year I’ve been all over the world looking for God knows what. I just recently realized that you saw the big picture the whole time. You were telling me what needed to be done, I just wasn’t listening.

Over the past year I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to work with some great Irish soldiers and cops. Fenian is Gaelic for warrior. I’ve been listening to this song for several months now. Today I just realized it was about you.

“Some died by the glenside, some died ‘midst the stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
But they loved dear old Ireland, and never feared danger
Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men.”

"I passed on my way, God be praised that I met him
Be life long or short, I will never forget him
We may have good men, but we’ll never have better
Glory-O, Glory-O, to the bold Fenian men.”

God willing, I’ll see you on the other side.

Nate

Nate Smith
King County Sheriff's Office

September 3, 2008

Today, as always I see your picture and think of you and your presence/miss you deeply/

Deputy
King County #4

June 11, 2008

Dang Steve, I was just sitting in my car and thinking about you and your crappy red truck. We miss you man.

Deputy
KCSO

May 30, 2008

We celebrated your birthday as we always have, and always will. We love and miss you.

April 29, 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

April 28, 2008

Your service, the respect you garnered for yourself and the department, and your integrity are still impacting the community. Thank you, Deputy Cox. We will never forget what you gave.

Dispatcher
Valley Communications Center, Kent WA

April 7, 2008

I still think of you often. You were/are such an honorable man. I'm sad I never got to listen to your perspective on things, life, people again... I remember laughing, you were/are good people. It's a shame the world is one less a person like you.

Alicia DeLay
Citizen - Friend

March 5, 2008