I never want to see a NJ State Trooper approach my front door unless my husband is home.
Without words being spoken, I would know. I would crumble.
My world would crumble.
When I first heard of the tragic accident, one that never should have happened, that took the life of NJ State Trooper Marc Castellano on Sunday, June 6th, I was at home. I heard the news from my husband.
After exhaling the breath I was holding, I felt a moment of relief.
Relief that my husband does not work on Sundays. Relief that he was not involved in the chaos that transpired that day.
And then my heart immediately grew heavy.
My husband told me that this young man, who was a mere 29 years old with only 5 years on the job, was leaving behind a wife, a four year old daughter, and a one year old son.
I could never imagine the sorrow that his wife must be feeling.
As I type this, my husband, wearing his dress uniform and his polished leather and brass, is helping lead the procession as Trooper Castellano is laid to rest.
Please take a moment, if you would, and say a prayer for him and his family.
And then....hug and kiss your family.
*I have placed information in my sidebar regarding the Trooper Castellano Children's Fund which will benefit Julianna and Vincent Castellano.