i used to constantly worry but i know this is probably going to come out wrong but theres no other way of saying it, its part of the job.......and thats dying in the line of duty.....i didnt really think about it when i dated my last 2 (and actually only 2) boyfriends because had something did happen (god forbid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) i know they died doing what they did best and doing what they loved........i hate to use the analogy and keep bring it to light but after 30 something funerals for 9-11, i looked at it as, like i said, they died doing something they loved and out of bravery.
the more she worries shell just keep making herself sicker and sicker. she should be blessed to have a police officer as a husband because he is being her hero along with the lives of many people he encounters.
another member posted it already but deff have her run a google search on police wives because shes not the only one out there who has these feelings, we all do
ETA:
also, in my myspace profile, i have a prayer (because my recent ex was also a cop and i just never took it out
) about "loving a police officer" i dont remember where i got it from but when i read it i fell in love and actually put alot of fears to rest....
Watching my love put on his uniform,
I catch the glint off the badge which adorns.
Checking his gun, adjusting his belt,
Anguish begins to build like the other nights I've felt.
I know his job is to protect and to serve,
And my mind knows good men are what the force deserves.
But selfishness enters with matters of the heart and so why him?
To put his life on the line for so many unappreciative women and men.
But that one difference is all he wants to make,
From easing some abuse to giving a lucky motorist a break.
So when his hand reaches for the door to begin his night,
Only God knows what will be his plight.
I can only hope he knows of all my love,
And in another breath say a prayer to God above
Keep him safe as well as his other fellow brothers
May they all return to their wives, husbands, and mothers.
But in the night I know a siren will wail,
For the call of duty will always prevail.
Injustice seems to need no rest or sleep,
But instead constantly lurks in the shadows deep.
Nothing matches the feeling at the end of his work day,
When he reaches out to touch me in the bed where I lay.
Peace reaches my soul and I thank God again
For bringing my love safely back to me, our family, and friends