A lot of people ask me about the future of women.  I see women as equaling men and not having to prove themselves nearly as much.  I want people to see that women can be what they want to be.  You can be a good mom, have a family, and a job.  It’s hard but you can do it.  I want to be remembered as being humble, caring, helpful, loving, patient, and a hard worker. I don’t see myself as a trailblazer or a hero.  I see myself as one person trying to do a good job and maybe making a difference in someone’s life.

And with that I bid you adieu.  Forgive me, but I don't really know how to say goodbye.  I’d like to thank all of you for reading my blog.   As I look back on my career in law enforcement this experience will be one that I will never forget.  Thank you for all of your positive comments and support.  I look forward to not arresting any of you in the future, but should you mess with the law or my family you may just have to deal with….Officer Dubina.

March 3, 2005 | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack

The wedding was great; like a storybook wedding.  However, it was my son’s so I’m not exactly impartial.  At the service I did manage to control myself but there were some tears, but they weren’t all from me.  For perhaps the first time in 28 years, I comforted my husband as he got emotional.  I had lost my oldest son, but at least I gained a daughter. 

Today I flew home and again felt empty inside.  I felt teary eyed at the airport.  I kept thinking that only a few short days ago we had flown into this city as a family, and now we’re going home with one less member.  Once we landed, I decided to go work.  I knew jumping right back into work would take my mind off the emotional stress I was feeling.  My 16-year-old son wanted to join me.  I could tell he was feeling a sense of loss as well.  So we spent the day at the range where I taught him everything I knew about firearms.  I suppose it wasn’t your average mother-son bonding experience, but then a sobbing old coot isn’t your average cop at a wedding either. 

March 1, 2005 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack