Thank you all for thinking of us this week. It has been one of the hardest weeks of our lives. Yesterday, we laid Koz to rest. His funeral was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. I arrived at the church with my partner from work at about 8:45 in the morning. We were fortunate enough to get seated inside near the center aisle of the sanctuary. I was very anxious and as I wandered around a bit, I watched as officers began to arrive. The news had announced that over 1000 officers (possibly even 2000) were expected and the church only holds 700 people. I couldn't figure out how this was going to work

Apparently, the local
Best Buy store (or some electronics superstore) donated several big screen plasmas and surround sound units and had tents and chairs set up in the courtyard of the church. I inadvertantly wandered into this area (nobody stopped and questioned me since I was in my uniform...a paramedic uniform!) and saw that it was reserved as a place for officers to gather and watch the funeral together.
The procession of officers began promptly at 11:00am. Two by two, police officers saluted Bobby and paid their respects. GRPD went first. I found it a bit humorous that they were literally about 6 feet away from me and I never saw my own husband go down the aisle! The male officers all seem to look alike with their flat-top haircuts and their hats on

After the Grand Rapids officers, then the officers from other agencies followed. The line of officers was endless. For almost two hours, the officers filed in from every department and juridiction in the state. There were some from out of state. Rumor had it there was an officer from Glasgow, Scotland that made the trip to pay his respects. Finally, after two-hours, someone made the heart-breaking decision that the line had to come to an end. As it turned out, over SIX HUNDRED officers were still outside the church waiting in formation to approach the casket and salute!
After the funeral, as Bobby's casket was loaded into the hearse, EVERY officer in attendance was standing at attention in formation in the parking lot. The funeral procession was lined with people waving flags and holding signs. Some were crying, some were waving. I felt very honored and humbled to be part of the procession. I remember one lady was holding a sign that said "Police Officer Wives We Support You" and I gave her a big thumbs up. The outpouring of support from the community is truly awe-inspiring. The children were waving, yet they weren't always smiling. It was as if they knew that it wasn't really a happy occasion that they were there for, but an important one none the less.
I would love to relay my comments on the internment ceremony. Unfortunately, I can tell you, it was hot and sunny. Since I was standing next to my paramedic partner in our paramedic uniforms, we were, unfortunately called away in the middle of the ceremony. As the chaplain was giving his speech (and I was sobbing) a woman approached us and informed us that a gentleman in the crowd had just passed out. So, we were called to duty. We assisted the gentleman to the shade and I got on my cell phone (not an easy thing to do at a funeral, mind you) and located our ambulance that was supposedly ON-DUTY at the internment ceremony. When that crew arrived, we slipped back over to see the honor guard present the flag to Bobby's brother (a Navy officer) who then presented it to his mother. The bagpipes played "Amazing Grace", "Taps" was played on the trumpet and there was a 21-gun salute. Then, the GR officers filed by the casket and each placed one of their white gloves on it. The saddest part of the service was the very end. They played over the PA system the radio traffic of that night. They said that "on July 8, 2007, Officer Robert Kozminski of the Grand Rapids Police Department was shot and killed in the line of duty. Grand Rapids Police Department badge number 89 has answered his last call and is 10-42" (end of shift) When the radio traffic ended, the air was silent and the service ended. The officers all turned and hugged each other in tears. I was so overwhelmed with sadness. Normally, I like to hear that I am 10-42, but yesterday, it was the worst feeling in the world.
Bobby's daughter, Kailey, was a perfect angel through all of this. She sat through the entire service and internment ceremony. There was a brief video clip of her on the news, twirling around the front of the church in her cotton-candy pink dress, so innocent and sweet. She knows her daddy is with Jesus now. I could hardly contain myself at the funeral when she put the flower on his casket to say good-bye. I hope that little girl grows up and knows what a hero her daddy was. Her daddy died instead of the mother and two teenage boys in that house that night. I am proud to be married to a police officer and I thank him and all of our boys in blue (or brown or whatever color their department opts to wear!) for putting their lives on the line so that I can sleep in peace at night.
Thanks Koz! Rest in peace, brother.
In Memory of Robert A. Kozminski
Who took his last call July 8, 2007