This week, a City of Dayton police officer was shot during a drug raid. He lived on life support for three days, long enough to donate his organs. He was a 30 year veteran of the Dayton force, and the lives he saved with his donated organs added to the countless it was reported he had saved over the years of serving. It's never easy to lose an officer, but this city has had a really rough year. In May, tornados, including those at EF-3 and EF-4 levels, ripped through the region. The north end of the city was hit particularly hard. Andrew and I traveled through that area just a few weeks ago...five months after they hit, and it's still an unreal sight to see. Then in August, the city was one of way too many this year that was the site of a mass shooting. Now, a police officer was lost in the line of duty, unrelated to either of the tragic events earlier this year.
Neither my husband nor I are native Daytonians, but I'm eighth generation from a town just about 15 miles north. My husband went to college in the city, and as the biggest city in our region, it's where we go for many things. It's been a sad year for a city that is dear to our hearts.
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