I mentioned in the previous post that Fr. Tom Nangle is the "real police Chaplin". In my 36 years with the department (the last 22 being spent in News Affairs) I know first hand from too many horrific trips to hospital emergency rooms when a police officer has been seriously injured. Fr. Nangle is at his best when we are at our worst. When one of our own has been shot and is in critical condition, Fr. Nangle does his best work.
His mere presence is comforting to those who just don't know what to do when a brother or sister is mortally wounded and we stand around and wait to see what God has planned. Fr. Nangle will go with Officers Special Activities to tell the wife, parents or significant others of the fate that involves on of their loved ones. He is also at the hospital to comfort so many of us who are at a loss for words or to provide direction in the most dire time of need. If you look at the mast head of the Weblog it simply states: Of the Police... by the police...for the police. Fr. Tom Nangle is all that and more. He does not know I am writing this, but I strongly feel that it is long overdue.
Fr. Tom is truly doing God's work with the Chicago Police Department. He was instrumental in the founding and organizing of the "Gold Star Families" and most importantly, "We will never forget" back in the mid 1970's . . . and look how far it has come. The Chicago Police Department now has the finest Gold Star Memorial Park and Foundation in the nation. That all started with a simple plan many years ago. I am attaching Fr. Tom's homily to this post. I apologize that it is not electronically attached, but I am not an I.S. person, I am just a police officer who has the utmost respect for the man that wrote and delivered the following:
Homily for Officer Jose Vazquez, #13088, Rest In Peace.
Blue and white cars roam this city's streets and alleys every minute of every day and night, and each one of them carries four words that speak of the soul of police work: We Serve and Protect. Those four words are accurate and true, and they are of God. Those words capture a very big part of the life of Jose Vazquez. And the rest of his life can be captured by one more word: Love... Love of a strong wife, love of a mother and father who gave life to an exceptional family, love of brothers and sisters----5 by blood and 13,500 by blue.
Nellie, you said yesterday that Jose never called you by your name. Instead, you were always "honey" and "baby" You were the last face Jose saw on this earth, the last voice he heard, the last touch he felt before he went into the presence of his God. You and the family used beautiful words to describe Jose: strong man, soldier, angel, sincere, respectful. sweet, passionate, guardian. Your future with Jose has been taken from you, but your past with him is yours to keep forever, until the day you hold him again forever. In the hospital ER, and yesterday at the wake, you pressed your hands to your chest and said over and over, "He's here---he's here." You were speaking from the depths of your soul, and we know what you mean. We understand. His life was way too short for all of us, but in his 34 years Jose enriched the human family as he journeyed across this earth. He knew love, he knew service to others, and he knew work what had deep meaning and was satisfying to his soul: the work of a Chicago Police Officer.
And as a police officer, Jose was exceptional. He was laid back, never got mad, he made the job fun for those who worked with him. The constant exposure to human suffering and evil never got to him, and he even made the bad guys laugh at being locked up! His sergeant said that Jose and his partner were an outstanding team: when they were working, you knew you'd have something good by the end of the night. When he was on duty, Officer Jose Vazquez, Star #13088 had two of the most valuable virtues in a police officer: He was aggressive and he was fair. Even the street respects that in a policeman.
Mr. and Mrs. Vazquez, you have created an exceptional family. Nellie, you and Jose warmed our world with your love for each other. Dr. Raul Vazquez, Jacqueline, Nancy, Raul, Joaquin - you've shared a fine brother with us. We are all so sorry for your pain and the empty spot that is in your world now. Officers of the Special Operations Section of the Chicago Police Department, you have taken another hit and I am so sorry for that. There is an empty spot at roll call where Officer Vazquez used to stand, but we knew him, and we know you and we know the beat will go on.
Jesus Christ tells us in the gospels that, when this life ends, all we will be measured by is how well we have loved. Last Monday morning, Jose Vazquez went from his Nellie's arms into the arms of God, and God must have grinned. Jose---we weep for the death of you, and we laugh for the life of you. Amen.
Fr. Thomas Nangle, CPD Chaplain