In Toronto today, a funeral was held for Sgt. Ryan Russell, a police officer who was killed last Wednesday in the line of duty.
Since the news of his murder broke, there has been a constant stream of stories, all of which have tugged like hell at my emotions. On more than one occasion, news reports had me welling up as reporters told of his widowed wife, his young child (roughly the same age as Pea) and the fragile life of a policing family.
It’s easy to understand why this story has so many of us emotionally affected. A man who put his life on the line on a daily basis to protect the public was felled, and a family was forever numbed by the pain of losing a son, husband and father.
The cover of the Toronto Sun the day after the murder featured a black and white photo of Sgt. Russell, his wife and young baby from Facebook… the thought of which still makes me teary.
It was an all too familiar image. And, both consciously and sub-sonsciously, it brought about thoughts of my biggest fear: leaving my family behind.