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IN MEMORY OF OUR FALLEN BROTHER

OFFICER TIMOTHY L. HECHT

Born: May 3, 1967
Appointed: February 6, 1991
Died In The Line Of Duty: February 11, 1999


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Photo Courtesy of Times Photographer Gregg Gearhart

 On February 11, 1999, Porter County Sheriff's Police
Department lost one of our own.

Officer Tim Hecht, 31 years old and an 8 year veteran
suffered a massive heart attack while
on a training exercise for the
newly formed S.W.A.T. team.

Despite valiant efforts by his co-workers,
who initiated CPR within seconds,
Tim could not be revived and died
later at Porter Memorial Hospital.

He was honored with a full policeman's
funeral service on Monday, February 15th, and
laid to rest in Calvary Cemetary in Portage, IN.


Photo Courtesy of Times Photographer Gregg Gearhart
Officer Tim Hecht's funeral procession passes beneath
the "Garetty Flag" accompanied by members of the
Lake County Traffic Motorcycle Division.
Officer Hecht was secretary of the Blue Knights
Motorcycle Club and was very active in
the organization of benefits to aid children.

Tim is survived by his parents
Larry and Geraldine Hecht,
his fiance, Kathleen Cook,
his sister and her husband
Lisa and Brian Beach,
and his police department family,
the men and women of the
Porter County Sheriff's Department.

He will live in our hearts forever.



Tim is featured on the
Officer Down Memorial Page


and on the

 



This was passed along to me by Jodi Leetz,
a former Porter County Sheriff's Dispatcher,
who now resides in Indianapolis,
and a very close friend of Tim's.

"Lay down, my dear brother.
Lay down and take your rest.
Oh won't you lay your head
upon your savior's breast?
I love you, Oh but Jesus loves you the best.
And I bid you Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight."

Author....Jerry Garcia



The Wind Beneath My Wings

It must have been cold there in my shadow
to never have sunlight on your face.
You've always been content to let me shine.
You've always walked one step behind.

I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength,
only a face without a name,
and I never once heard you complain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero
and everything that I'd like to be.
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the Wind beneath my Wings.

You might have thought it went unnoticed
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth
That I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero
and everything that I'd like to be.
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the Wind beneath my Wings.

Authors....LARRY HENLEY and JEFF SILBAR



Don't stand by my grave and weep,
I am not here , I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Please don't stand by my grave and weep
for I am not here I do not sleep.

Author Unknown...Special Thanks to
Conservation Officer Bob Cauffman (X-19)
For Loaning This Poem To Me.




Photo Courtesy of Jodi Leetz

Don't cry because you think I'm gone,
for I am with you still.
Don't seek reasons to explain
what is simply just God's will.

It's very hard to leave all of you
and everything I have known,
but my work on earth is done now.
Our Lord has called me home.

I know you will find comfort
Just let faith guide your way.
Cause from the moment I was born,
I've been preparing for this day.

Remember me for the laughter,
that's the greatest gift we give.
Keep me in your heart and mind
Because that's where I now live.

If you ever need me,
you can close your eyes and see,
I'm still right here with you,
I'm alive in your memory.

Author: Ann Ambrose

Special Thanks to
Indiana State Patrolman "Stumpy"
For Sharing This Poem.



When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel,
and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to the world,
and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.
People disappear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to bed,
wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles.
Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the day-time,
when they're supposed to be sleeping.
They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets
and make waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes.
And when they sing windsongs,
they whisper to us, don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I'm doing just fine.

This poem was given to me several years
ago when my father was killed
in a train/farm tractor accident.
I have read it many times when I
needed to feel close to him.
Maybe you can take some comfort
in it's kind words too.
Christine



Tim Had The World's Greatest Sense Of Humor,
and the most musical laugh I've ever heard
He was always A Practical Joker.
Please Sign The Memory Book
With Your Thoughts, Memories
Or Funny Stories About Tim

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Visitors Have Paid Their Respects
At This Memorial Site Since February 25, 1999

 


Special Thanks To The Time's
Journalist Ken Kosky
and Photographer Gregg Gearhart
For Tim's Swearing In Picture


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