Pioneer Press - Twin Cities, IN LOVING MEMORY OF ST. PAUL PATROLMAN JAMES T. SACKETT, SR. It's been a long 45 years Life's been a struggle With plenty of tears Your dream of being a policeman Had finally came true You were so proud to wear The uniform of blue Saying goodbuy to our 4 young children and me You left for work Excited as can be Life was wonderful And everything alright Ready for work that fateful night A knock on the door And officers were standing What are they doing On the landing? With tears in their eyes/ Something was wrong In my heart, I knew you Were never coming home A call from Mercy, You went on But a low life scum Wanted you gone I never thought justice Would ever be served 35 years later, They got what they deserved The Agents worked hard On this case The end result Showed on their face Our Children are now grown And the girls have Families of their own Still there are times, I wait for you to come home Husband, Father, Lover And Best Friend I often wonder What our life would have been Sadly missed for 45 years, Jeanette, Jim Jr., Jennifer, Julie and Jerel, and grandkids
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