Joey went to the funeral service with a fellow officer/classmate from the academy, but I opted out of that one. I knew it would be too emotional for me.
The wives volunteered desserts for the reception and helped set up and serve, so I went to help. I stood with another wife outside the reception hall and watched the procession into the cemetery. It was very moving. Police car after police car, and then came the police cars from other departments - Sheriff's departments, school police departments, out of town departments (some from as far as 8-9 hours away!). It was such an awesome tribute.
One of their brothers had fallen.
The burial ended with a 21 gun salute and then an e-tone (emergency tone) was sent out over all the officers radios. Officer Antillon's badge was retired and 3 police helicopters did a very low fly over. As you can imagine, it was very emotional for everyone.
This service served as a reminder, though, that my strength is not in Joey, and his ability to protect his own life, but rather it is in God. The One who holds each of our lives in His hands.
Psalm 1211 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.