My dad is a cop. When I was nine years old, he was nearly killed in the line of duty. This is the story of how that event impacted my childhood and how our family navigated the aftermath.
It all began the night we received the phone call. My mom had left earlier that day for a work conference out of town. Dad was on day watch, meaning he’d usually be home around 6:00 p.m., if everything went smoothly. I had two older siblings: a brother who was eleven and a sister who was thirteen. Since Mom was away and Dad wouldn’t be home until after