Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Daddy,

This April 19th is the 10th anniversary of your death and yet it seems just like yesterday. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't grieve your death. I see you in the faces of my three girls, especially in their smiles. You would be so proud!
I love you and miss you more and more everyday. Thank you for being my hero!!!!

Your (not so) little girl

Catherine Alaniz-Simonds

April 9, 2005

I still remember you walking into work in your jeans and tennis shoes, looking more like Magnum P.I. than anything else. You were a terrible Hearts player, but loved to sit and play during lunch. Your smile and laugh were infectious. You were a good friend and a great agent. You are missed more than you could ever know or would have ever expected. I am honored to have called you "friend".

Shelley Chandler
State of Oklahoma

September 13, 2004

The policeman stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

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

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry a badge
can't always be a saint."

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at time I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fear.

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

There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his god.

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

GREGG HOUSTON
SOUTH CAROLINA

July 26, 2004

05/11/04

Each day I try to read the ODMP. Today I read your story. Any officer who dies in the line of duty will always be remembered for his sacrafice. You died a hero. Rest in peace Agent Medearis.

Captain Robert W Cannon, Ret.
Vermilion Co, Il. Sheriff's Dept.

May 12, 2004

I miss you Everyday.

Sharon Medearis