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                            Gentle Ben...

He stood 6 foot 6 from the top of his helmet to the soul of his boots.
       I remember looking at him and wondering where he got his roots.
When you shook his hand, it felt like you were holding a bears paw.
       And for twenty-seven years, hed been a representative of the law.
At two hundred and sixty pounds, he was as thick as a tree stump.
       And if he needed to, hed yell and his voice could make you jump.
On the family fights wed been on, I noticed hed fill the hallway
       and Id seen mouthy people be more careful of what theyd say.

Jeff could be stern if he needed. He was brave, he was big, he was tall.
       You could see his command presence when hed walk up on your call.
But even though he was big and commanding, a giant among men,
       he was one of the nicest guys Id met. He reminded me of Gentle Ben.
He never thought it funny to hurt, demean or browbeat others.
       He was different, never forgetting all of us are sisters and brothers.
It was an odd thing for a police officer of twenty-seven years
       to be moved by compassion for others and sometimes shed tears.

One of the things I liked the most was that he was an honest man inside.
       To him, being an honest man was a matter of honor and pride.
But now he is gone and many friends and loved ones wonder why.
       Why did a man who enjoyed life and family so, ...suddenly die?
Now he visits with friends and family as he waits for those he loves.
       And he watches them from a hidden place, not so far above.
Though much more difficult now, hell help them where he can.
       He hasnt gone far, he loves them still, its part of the Lords plan.

Death is only a parting of company for what may seem a long time.
       But they will see him again and this time his countenance will shine.
Hell do well on judgement day because of how he chose to live.
       He was good to his family, kind to others and always willing to give.
Though an officer, Jeff was first a family man. He had his priorities straight.
       There is a mansion for him above and hell be welcome at the Pearly Gate.
There is a lesson in the way he lived, he wasnt consumed with things or strife.
       He knew all that counted is not who you were ...but how you lived your life.

       Officer Samuel Jeppsen #3751 (Ret) R# 140,
       Sunday morning, August 5th, 2001
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                          To a fellow officer and friend forever, Big Jeff Hernandez #8419
                                                                   121653 to 080401


 

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