Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Bryan,
I didn’t know you but I was one of the paramedics who responded to the bank on the day that you were tragically taken from the many people who loved and respected you. It has been 1 year since that tragic day but it is a day in my life that will forever be burned in my memory. I came very quickly to realize what a great person and what a great HERO you were. I just want to take a minute to thank you and your family for the great sacrifice you made to protect others. You are a true HERO.

CFD

Fire Fighter
CFD

January 6, 2006

God bless you, Officer Hurst, and may He also comfort those who still mourn your loss.
You are missed.

MC
Dublin, OH

January 6, 2006

Bryan,
One year has passed so quickly. It feels like it was just yesterday when we all received the tragic news. I can recall every vivid detail of the morning of January 6th, 2005. When I walked up to the bank this morning I pictured you grabbing your hat out of your Mustang before you went inside. I remembered talking to you in length about your daughter Malia and also your new bureau job you were taking in Juvenile. I remembered driving away... getting to go home. It was tough to think of those memories today. They are always there....everytime I walk into the bank....but today was different. I didn't think that the "one year" would impact me the way it did. I figured that the same feelings are there 365 days a year, what would be different about this day? I was wrong. What you did to protect those defenseless people ran through my head all morning long. It started because several officers (including first responders from Reynoldsburg and Whitehall) came to the bank to put out a sign in your honor. Then the girls from the bank all gathered getting ready to go to the dedication at 2/18sub, and I could see each one of them reliving every terrifying moment in their minds. But then they replayed the part where you took action....and although sad, you could see that they all feel safe because of what you did. They remember exactly what you did and how you didn't stop until each and every one of them was safe. Then your family came in to the bank. For many of them it was the first time inside the bank. I just pray for each of them as they continue through this tough time. The "one year" does not mark and end for the memories. You are always missed and will never be forgotten. Watch over us all and God bless you.

Ofc. Robert Sagle #2254
Columbus Ohio Division of Police

January 6, 2006

"These things we do, that others may live."
We remember the life you gave for the lives you saved.
Rest easy.

Columbus Division of Police

January 6, 2006

Dear Marissa,

I just wanted to leave a quick note to let you know that I am thinking of you an Malia today as you reflect on the events of the past year. I met you briefly on the YWBB mid-2005 and it turned out that we had quite a lot of things in common. My husband Bryan's EOW is 12/13/03, but his birthday is the same day as your Bryan's EOW.

Please know that my thoughts and prayers are with you and all of Bryan's family, friends and co-workers today.
God Bless You,

Juli Verkler
Widow of Ptlm. Bryan S. Verkler EOW 12/13/03

January 6, 2006

It's hard to believe a year has passed. Rest in peace brother, rest in peace.

Ward
CPD

January 6, 2006

Thank you for the ultimate sacrifice, laying down your life for a friend!

Anonymous

January 6, 2006

Marissa,
Thinking about you today, as I do everyday. I am very proud of you. I love your positive outlook and your sense of humor. I am sure that those attributes have been such a strength to get you through your personal tragedy. I just wanted to write and let you know that I think that you're an amazing girl!

Today, as always, we at Ohio Cops remember Brian and his sacrifice. Everyone tends to look at the one year anniversary as his death as a time to remember. But, as you know, our day to day lives are filled with memories. It's those quiet days where we need the most strength. As you know, I am here for you always, as well as the rest of us....not to mention that we are completely awesome at board games. Love you. mmm bop forever!!!

Krissy Vazquez-Ensoll
Ohio Cops

January 6, 2006

Bryan,

I can still remember the last conversation I had with you. I remember you coming to pick Malia up that day and scooping her up out of my arms and fondly calling her "Toot". Your eyes sparkled as you held her in your arms. She had a huge smile on her face as she looked at you. Three days later I got a phone call saying you were gone. I hung the phone up, looked over at Malia, as she was sleeping, and thought to myself, "My God, she will never hear you calling her "Toot" again. I called my sister and she had to shout at me, because all I could say was Malia over and over again. She thought something was wrong with her, until I told her what happened. Shortly after Malia woke from her nap and I just held her and cried. The other kids could not figure out why I was crying. Each time a parent came to pick their kids up, I cried as I told them the news. I called my ex-husband that night and screamed at him, because you loved your baby so much and he could care less about his son. I told him how unfair that you were gone and he was still here. I honestly wanted to scratch his eyes out. Over the next few days, I felt numb and helpless. I felt awful because I wanted to help but didn't know how to help. I was worried about Marissa and Malia.
That Sunday as my sister and I went to the calling hours, I was overwhelmed at the people who were there. As we were standing in line, I saw Sherri holding Malia, my heart was breaking. A few minutes later all your co-workers, in uniform, came from seeing you. They stood along the wall and there were tears streaming down their faces. At that moment I got a look at the "thin blue line". As we went into the room where you were, I again felt helpless, as I saw Marissa so bravely, greeting everyone.
There is alot I have learned over the last year. I never go to bed without telling my son how much I love him. Being a mom to him means much more to me now.
Malia has changed so much, she is such a happy little girl. She is so smart and can say anything you ask her to say. We are working on colors and she can say purple and yellow, which are the 2 hardest colors for most of my kids to say. I love it when Malia comes up to me and gives me a hug. She gives great bear hugs for such a little girl. She can sing the ABC song, she gets to G and after that it is all humming.
I will never forget you, and will always remember as Malia's daddy and as a hero. There is a song I listen to that talks about a man's dad being gone and he is up in heaven dancing with the angels. I got the cd and I listen to the song and think about you up there dancing with the angels, and watching over your family and friends.

Theresa Lazlo

Theresa Lazlo

January 6, 2006

Bryan,

You are not forgotten and you are thought of often. Please continue to watch over us as we work in this crazy world.

Lennig-114, officer
Reynoldsburg Police

January 6, 2006

Today is going to be a very rough day for many of us. It is hard to believe it has been a year since you paid the ultimate sacrifice. We all miss you and want you to know you are and will always be a true HERO... You saved so many lives in the bank that day... I will place a badge/memorial sign at the front entrance this morning so all going in will see your not forgotten... Keep watching over us from above in heaven. Take brother Ethan Collins under your wing as you guys walk the beat in heaven!!!

Officer Jim Gilbert
Columbus PD

January 6, 2006

Bryan, Just got done visiting. I Wanted to get there before tomorrow because I am not sure if I can handle everyone else being there. I remember the phone call, ironically I had just pulled into a 5/3 in Westerville. I can not believe its been a year. Continue to watch over us and the rest of the CPD. With Love always and forever. You know who this is

a friend

January 5, 2006

Dear Bryan,
It is hard to believe that one year ago tomorrow you left us. I will never ever forget Marissa's phone call to me while at work. I can remember the horror and shock I felt just hearing the news. My staff tell me that it was the only time they have seen me speechless. I honestly thought my heart would break when we finally arrived at Grant Hospital and saw Marissa, Donnie, your parents, and the many, many police and law enforcement "brothers" that were in the ER. As a mother, you want always to protect your kids; regardless of age; from any heartbreak, pain, and suffering. I felt helpless in not being able to do "something" to ease the emotional pain of everyone in the ER that day. (Always the nurse, you understand.) Most importantly, I wanted to take Marissa's grief into my own heart and help her. For the next 72 hours it appeared as though time stood still. I went through the motions of accepting flowers, food baskets, condolence cards, and phone calls --- too many to mention and all expressing sympathy. It wasn't until calling hours and your funeral service that I realized the finality of this grave situation. The tribute and honorariums given in your honor were impressive. The outpouring of support and kindness from CPD, friends, family members, coworkers, and even strangers was overwhelming. This "Officer Down Memorial Page" again reflects that your memory is alive and that you are loved by so many. You are, and always will be special to me, Bryan. Your sacrifice in the line of duty has taught me many life lessons. I no longer take the simple pleasures in life for granted. My priorities are much clearer now. My respect for law enforcement is stronger. I know you watch over from above and help me when I feel discouraged. I know you see what a wonderful job Marissa has done raising Malia, and what a bright, beautiful daughter Malia is!! Life is about living in the present, and I also know you see what a terrific job Marissa has done getting on with her life given the tragedy of January 6, 2005.
You will remain forever in my heart, and I will look forward to telling Malia stories about her wonderful "Daddy" who died a hero. Zowie lives with me now, and she misses you too. When we visit you tomorrow, I will quietly say a prayer and ask that you continue to watch over us, and I will thank you for being "my favorite son-in-law".

Love,
Sherri

Sherri A. Marzick
Mother-in-Law

January 5, 2006

thinking of you on this day and never forgetting what you gave up!!!!

January 5, 2006

Bryan-
This Friday will be one year since you died. Once again, I am thanking you and your family for the sacrifice you made. You saved all of us in the bank that day and we all owe you such gratitude. You will always be a hero in my life. Thank you so very much - Rest peacefully.

Andrea
Fifth third Bank

January 4, 2006

Bryan, Dawn and I just got back from Tempe. I dont know how you pulled off beating God's team, but Thanks!! Anyway, I called Donnie at the tailgate before we went in. As you can imagine, after awhile you couldnt use your cell phones anymore. It reminded me of Michigan weekend. Anyway, Donnie was crying and distraught. No matter what I say or do, nothing will bring you back. I felt so selfish, because Dawn and I were having a good time and for one Buckeye game I actually didnt feel too depressed. I wanted to share my joy and excitement with Donnie, but it too made me realize how awful it's been to not have you sitting there with us going nuts. I know he got through it in his own way. I know he's probably tired of me sometimes, but I just try and be a good friend/brother. Because after all, if we dont have each other, we have nobody. Nobody will ever understand what we do and the sacrifices we and our families make to try and dispell evil beings from causing pain. I know I tell you over and over again, but your death has made me try and become a better man, friend, husband and officer.

Donnie and I went to the OC on the 29th. It was the last day we all had together watching the Bucks beat OK ST. Donnie and I started a tradition of ordering a Bud Light. We then take a glass and place it over it, so the waitress wont take it. Anyway, it sat on our table for about an hour. Our waitress (who was new) asked who's beer it was? We told her it was a friend's. She then asked if we wanted her to put it on ice until he got here. I told her,"He wont be here!!" She just gave me a funny look and I had to show her the wall and explain the story. Her eyes started to swell up and needless to say I had to walk into the restroom to cry!! Later on, whenever Donnie and I leave, we take off the glass, pour the beer and have that last drink. I know it may sound stupid, but it's our traditon and we're sticking to it!!

Brother, you are very missed and these reflections are our only way of venting. I just hope that Marissa and Malia, along with your family know how much we care. I'll see you Friday!!

Your brother in blue!!

Ward
CPD

January 3, 2006

Gumper,

Well it wasnt 20 to 57, but I'll take 20 to 34 over the Irish any day. See you at the cemetery before the Steelers take on Cincy!

Donnie O

Sgt. D. M. Oliverio
C.P.D.

January 3, 2006

Bryan...its 2 mins til kickoff...get your drinkin shoes on...GO BUCKS

a friend

January 2, 2006

Gump,

I went to W.V. for the Christmas Holidays and drove by your Grandma's house, and the house me and your cousin Vince grew up playing in. I passed by there a dozen times on my way back and forth from my Mom and Grandma's house. Good old Cost Ave. It was great growing up knowing Vince and your Aunt Mary. I can't believe she took care of so many ornery kids by herself now that I think about it. I have been upset lately that I didn't know you then. I wonder often how many times we met but were too young to know each other. Vince and I used to play football near the cemetery by your Grandma's house. I bet we played in a game or two together and didn't know it. As fate would have it "The Cost Ave. Boys" would meet up later on the Mighty 12 Pct. in car 123. We definitely made up for it during our years on 12. You are a true friend that can never be replaced. It's hard to explain but sometimes I forget you are gone. It sounds selfish, but sometimes I will be out in my garage working on a project and I will go to call you. I always called you when I needed something or some help and you always came and helped. No matter what you were doing yourself. Often when I need a hand around the house I go inside and cry and my wife asks me what is wrong. I just say I wish Gump were here. I explain to her that you were always by my side when I was working on anything and that it sucks being alone. I go to call you and you are not there. Then I call someone else for a hand and nobody is there either. I tell my wife, "If Gump was alive he would be here to lend me a hand." This is selfish too, but football season has really sucked without you because I know I would have been with you yesterday watching the Steelers drive the Bus into the playoffs and no doubt I would be with you right now watching the bowl games getting ready to see the Buckeyes plow the Irish. Everyone keeps calling wanting to get together to watch the big game, but I can't get myself together enough to go. I just want to watch it with my friend like I always do. I think I will just stay home. I would wear your AJ Hawk jersey that Marissa gave me, but I wore it twice this year and the Bucks lost both times. I will wear my Griffin jersey and leave your AJ Hawk jersey out on the couch where you would normally be. Wouldn't it be cool if the Buckeyes won 20 to 57 (2057). That's what I'm pulling for. Marissa and I decided not to get everyone together for the 6th. We will instead celebrate your life each 4-15 on your birthday. Andy just called and I am breaking down a little. Everything is so normal, yet so empty and wrong. Andy invited me to a tailgate. He has been a good friend, especially this past year. I guess I'll turn on the games without you. Hope you have a good seat. Miss you!!

Love,

Donnie O

Sgt. Donald M. Oliverio
Columbus, OH P.D.

January 2, 2006

Bryan-

All of a sudden I had this need to leave you a reflection. I was working on my neverending list of projects and one of the things was to make important changes to my will and estate plan. I had to go to 'your' room and grab a bunch of paperwork in the closet. I seem to stay out of that room, but for some reason I was drawn to it tonight. I started to go through some of the boxes that were put together for me. I found a huge box of condolence cards and started to read them. It was if I had never read or seen them before. I think that most of the cards, flowers, food, giftcards, etc were sorted through and organized by Nikki, Angie, Marcie, Donnie, my mom...everyone but me. I couldn't tell you who sent what lasagna or who gave me all of the Target cards. My sole focus on day one was being glued to the radio that Commander Matthias let me borrow. Looking back, they probably thought I was really weird for demanding a radio instead of going home to be with family. I could only focus on the radio traffic, with Donnie and my emotions going sky-high when it seemed that officers were zeroing in on someone, only to bottom out when it turned out to be a false lead. I remember that a lot of the radio traffic was totally chaotic...you could sense the intense emotion in every officer's voice on the air. I remember being in the county morgue, talking on the phone with a rep from the Red Cross about organ and tissue donation. They asked about five hundred questions and I was getting so irritated, thinking 'DON'T YOU KNOW I AM TRYING TO LISTEN TO MY RADIO!!??'

Anyways, I guess that although I realized how much support and kindness I received after you died....I had no idea just how much. I had to stop reading through the cards because there are just too many. So many letters from complete strangers, who didn't know you or I, but still felt compelled to write and express their appreciation for you. It's awesome.

Working on a will makes me feel old. I don't like thinking about issues like who I would like to raise Malia if I died, because I WANT TO RAISE MALIA. Frankly, it pisses me off to even think that God would do that to our family. It is already a fact that her father can't raise her, so it would be just plain not fair for her to be without her mother as well. Regardless, I have to make a ton of decisons that I don't even want to think about.

On the bright side, we had a great New Year'e Eve at Sara's. It was proven that the women are indeed much smarter than the guys. I will leave it at that.

Bye for now.
Love,
Marissa

Marissa
Delaware County SO

January 1, 2006

I have just read the 6 most recent
pages of reflections and have to quit
or I'll be up till the wee hours of the
morning. Marissa, I can't tell you how proud I am of you and how you
are conducting yourself. I'm sure one day you will look back at yourself
and marvel at your inner strength. I
went thru a divorce and I was broken-
hearted, depressed, couldn't get out
of bed and ended up in a clinic. One
therapist told me I needed to be strong for my kids, but I just didn't
have the strength to pull it off. Oh, how I wish now that I could have, but
I managed to get thru the darkest period of my life and came out stronger for it. It is so sad to see your dreams shattered, but I am so
happy that you are looking forward to
having new ones. One day Malia will
rise up and call you blessed. You
are doing a wonderful job. It must be
Bryan's love for you two that empowers you. God bless you and I
hope 2006 is kind to you.
Lynn Kole
Bellingham, WA

January 1, 2006

happy new year

January 1, 2006

Happy New Year Bryan... your always missed!

Westerville

January 1, 2006

To the Hurst family,

May God watch over you and keep you safe. I have to say that I have been reading reflection's from other fallen officers, and knowing one of them myself. Bryan must have been a special person. He has so many people writting on his page. Everyday I come to this site to see who has left a reflection. What I don't understand is how this can keep happening to all these young and wonderful people. It makes no sense to me.

To Mrs. Hurst.........
I have read everything that you have written to Bryan. I sit here and cry everytime and know that this was a wonderful husband, son, father and friend. I will think about you and your family on the fist year anniversary of his death. Your love and strenth is a lesson to us all.

Someone in Bucks County

January 1, 2006

Bryan,

All of the girls from the bank are taking next Friday off to celebrate your life. They asked me if I was going to work or not. The only thing that I could think to say was yes. I told them that last January 6th I got to go home from the bank, so this January 6th I have to work. God bless you always for your heroic act. Look over us always.

Ofc. Robert Sagle #2254
Columbus Ohio Division of Police

December 31, 2005