There are times that I look at you and I wonder if you were brought here for a greater purpose. Yeah, you might be saying “Okay, Dad’s lost his mind.” Well, it’s just a feeling. Mostly it’s just that I can’t get over how you were so brave for a six year old boy, during the course of September 11th. The experience left me with the feeling and vision of you becoming a police officer to replace me. I don’t want you to do that. I would rather you find your own path in this world.…Continue
Added by Martin Connors on August 27, 2011 at 8:00pm — No Comments
Monday, November 30, 1998
Rookie Cops Deliver Baby In Cruiser
(Philadelphia)--Two rookie police officers with less than a year on the force got the surprise of their young careers Sunday morning when they delivered a baby girl in the back seat of their cruiser.
Geraldine Brooks of southwest Philadelphia gave birth to a premature baby girl at about 9:30 a.m., next to police officer Martin Connors who used her…Continue
Added by Martin Connors on August 27, 2011 at 7:55pm — No Comments
Sometimes I just wish you to think of this journal as an open letter to you. One day you'll be a man, making your own choices in life, maybe falling in love, having children - what ever the future holds for you. You will learn in religion class that man has free will to choose to do good or bad. I believe that it also extends to be what you want. I have my hopes of what you'll become, but I have some say in who…Continue
Added by Martin Connors on August 26, 2011 at 1:14am — No Comments
When Tim was born, I began to write a journal of his life. As life continued, the written word was exchanged for photographs. I recently was able to pull it off a damaged disk. Tim, this is the beginning of your life. I love you.
Timothy, your journal begins now. I just want you to know your life from the beginning. You were born today, July 26, 1995 at 8:01 PM, weighing 7 pounds 13 ounces, and twenty-one inches long. It's the middle of a…Continue
Added by Martin Connors on August 25, 2011 at 11:56pm — No Comments
Watching shooting stars pass through Leo’s heart
As constellations dance in a celestial waltz
Seven sisters shed tears as I mourn my…Continue