This last Thursday was the funeral for Gregg “Nigel” Benner, the first police officer in the history of our young city to be killed in the line of duty. It was a terrible tragedy. Officer Benner lost his life on Memorial Day, a dreadful irony; and our city is so young that everything seemed to work together in smooth humdrum bureaucracy, and has now grown up, as our pastor said.
The community in our young, humdrum city has come together in our shock. They say we’re tight-knit. It’s funny that a city this size can be tight-knit!
There was a procession after the funeral, with everyone encouraged to line the streets and “Stand up for Officer Benner.” Apparently the turnout was pretty large – which it seemed to be from where I was standing!
We even got to help out a little, my sister-collaborators and I! The reception for the family and the law enforcement officer in attendance (in their fine dress uniforms) was held at our church, and we volunteered to help serve. I love the background perspective, so here are a few behind-the-scenes views:
It was wonderful to come and serve, even though I didn’t feel like I did that much. We have an excellent police force in our city. It was good to acknowledge that, and to do something in memory and honor of Officer Benner.