This weekend was a very special one for my family. Yes, it was Father's Day weekend, but it was also a time to celebrate and honor my dad and his accomplishments as a police officer over the past 35 years. My dad is retiring this week and we had a luncheon to celebrate this occasion on Saturday.
(My mom, brother, and dad)
My mom did a fantastic job organizing the luncheon at a local Italian restaurant. It wasn't a huge group of us (probably 30 people or so) but it was very nice. My family was there, of course, and the rest of the guests were my dad's coworkers. That's what he wanted. He didn't want to invite our extended family (we'll celebrate with them at different points during the summer) or family friends (my parents are having a BBQ this summer with all of them), he just wanted the people he works with daily to be there, so that's who was there.
(The cake! We're sending him on a trip to Vegas as his retirement gift.)
(The scrapbook/guest book I made and cookie favors my mom made)
I think it takes a very special person to be in law enforcement, especially for that long, in the most difficult neighborhoods of Baltimore City surrounding counties. My dad is very good at what he does, as was evident by the nice things people said to him/us at the luncheon. Many of my dad's coworkers are the same age or younger than my brother, sister, and me, so my dad has been a real role model and father figure to many of these guys and girls.
My mom welcomed everyone at the beginning of the luncheon and spoke a little about my dad. After we ate, my brother, sister, and I all also spoke, each letting our own personalities come out in our speeches. All three of us are SO different, as was evident in our speeches!
My dad also spoke and got a bit choked up as he was doing so. Those guys are like family to him. He sees them more than he sees us, his own kids. I think that is going to be the most difficult thing for my dad (and I think that's the most difficult part for many people who retire). You are so used to the routine, seeing the same people, going to the same office every day for so long. And now, all of the sudden, that's not happening any more. It's a shock to your system, a shock to your comfort level.
(My dad speaking to the crowd)
So tonight, when he calls over the radio at the end of his shift for the very last time, he'll say something very meaningful (and I'm sure very witty) as is the tradition for your last call. Tomorrow he turns in his equipment and his police car, and is officially retired as a police officer. I'm getting a little choked up just thinking about it!
So, as I said in my speech on Saturday: Here's to many fish to be caught, golf rounds to be played, trips to be made, and cocktails to be sipped in your retirement, Dad!
(Dad showing us a couple of his presents...all sorrounding the "You're going to Vegas" theme!)
CONGRATULATIONS, DAD!!
WE LOVE YOU AND ARE SO PROUD OF YOU!