In Memory

Last night a member of the Border Patrol was shot and murdered. He was working in the Campo, Ca area, but lived in the Imperial Valley and was a reserve police officer for the El Centro police. His name was Robert Rosas. He left behind a wife and two little kids. He was shot several times (I think 6), once in the head. I didn't know Mr. Rosas, but I am so saddened by this. In fact as James was talking to me about it I looked it up on line and then started crying. I know that people are killed all of the time in our country and I don't always cry about each one, but this was seemed to strike home for several reasons. The fact that James works for the Border Patrol seems, for me at least, to cause an instant connection to other B.P. employees and their families (it was/is the same way with the Marines). My heart breaks for his wife and kids. I also think that since it happened close to where we live makes it more meaningful as well. It is easy to say 'it wont happen to me', or 'that wont happen in this area' but it could happen anywhere. Not to mention that I am afraid of something like that happening to my husband. I think about his poor wife and how she now has to cope with raising her kids on her own without her husband and the kids missing out on having their dad in their lives. I can't help but picture what that would be like for me. I am always worried about James, but most days I try to put it out of my head. This is the second B.P. murder that has occurred by where we live since we moved there. After a bit I start to 'forget' and then it happens again. So, I would like to take just a second to remember Robert Rosas, an Imperial Valley resident and a Border Patrol employee whose life was taken away and cut short while protecting our borders. Thank you for your service and to your wife and kids for their sacrifice, although I wish you did not have to make it.