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Wednesday, May 06, 2009
In Memory: Const. James Lundblad
May 5, 2009: 41 year old RCMP Const. James Lundblad died when his police cruiser was struck by a grain truck on an Alberta highway. Const. Lundblad was pursuing a speeding vehicle.
James was the son of Lloyd and Noella Lundblad of Valleyview, Alberta, nephew to Lila Harback (my mother in law) and first cousin to my husband.
Funeral services will be held Monday, May 11. Pray for the family. It is a sad way to spend Mother's Day weekend, preparing to bury your only son.
Next time you're tempted to speed, think about this, and don't.
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James, my old friend, college pal, military buddy and now RCMP colleague, your friendship offered and dedicated service to your work has not gone unnoticed or unappreciated. We travelled the same path my friend. May you Rest in Peace Constable James Lundblad. You will truly be missed but not forgotten. I salute you.
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My condolences to you and your family Joyce. I am always saddened by the death of a police officer. The sadness in your family must be much more and I am keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.
ReplyDeleteI submit to you a poem by W.H.Auden:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Silence the piano and with muffled drum
Bring out the ooffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message, He is dead
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought love would last forever; I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Any death connected with bad driving is sad, but it's even sadder when the person killed is the one trying to protect us.
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