|Birth: ||Nov. 6, 1978|
|Death: ||Jun. 29, 2010|
~ A very special thanks to Butterfly for sponsoring Officer Kocab's Memorial ~
Officer Jeffrey "Jeff" Kocab, 31, of Kissimmee, Florida was killed in the line of duty. He is survived by his wife, Sara; unborn daughter, Lilly Nicole; mother, Sandra; sister, Stephanie; aunt, Karen Fairbotham; and uncle, William Schellhammer. He was predeceased by his grandparents. Jeff was member of the Plant City Police Department and Tampa Police Department. He was a member of Church on the Rock in Plant City and served on the men's ministry team. Jeff was a big fan of paintball and participated in martial arts. Jeff's partner, Officer Dave Curtis was also killed.
He starts his shift each day
To respond to calls unknown.
He drives a marked patrol car.
A police officer he is known.
He's paid by the citizens' taxes
To make it safe on the streets.
But he usually has a second job
'Cause a waitress has his salary beat.
Now he doesn't know a holiday
'Cause he works all year round.
And when Thanksgiving and Christmas finally arrive
At his home he cannot be found.
He's cursed and assaulted often,
The one whos blood runs blue.
He seldom ever gets a thanks,
To some he's just a fool.
His friends are always other cops
'Cause people just don't understand
That underneath his badge and gun,
He's just another man.
He knows there might not be a tomorrow
In this world of drugs and crime.
And he gets so mad at the court system
'Cause the crooks don't get any time.
And each day when he leaves for work,
He prays to God above.
Please bring me home after my shift
So I can see the ones I love.
But tonight he stops a speeding car,
He's alone down this ole' highway.
It's just a little traffic infraction.
He does it everyday.
Well, he walks up to the driver's window,
And his badge is shining bright.
He asked the guy for a driver's license,
When a shot rang through the night.
Yes, the bullet hit its mark,
Striking the officer in the chest.
But the Department's budget didn't buy
Each officer a bullet-proof vest.
So he lay on the ground bleeding.
His blood wasn't blue - His blood was red.
And briefly he thought of his loved ones
'Cause in a moment the officer was dead.
In the news they told the story
Of how this officer had died.
And some who listened cared less,
But those who loved him cried.
Well, they buried him in uniform
With his badge pinned on his chest.
He even had his revolver,
He died doing his best.
Lilly Nicole Kocab (2010 - 2010)*
Note: Killed in the line of duty
Myrtle Hill Memorial Park
Created by: KASSIOPEIA
Record added: Jun 29, 2010
Find A Grave Memorial# 54264129