Brad Fox had fun being a police officer, and Brad made being a police officer fun. No matter what went on during the shift, you could always count on seeing a smile on Brad’s face, either on a call or meeting up somewhere in the middle of the night. Brad was someone that you always wanted on your squad, and roll call was always a little bit different when Brad was off.
But my favorite memory is talking to Brad in the roll call room at 4:45PM on Sept.13, 2012:
We didn’t talk about police work, we talked about family. He asked me how far apart my boys were, and said “Yeah, well mine will be 11 months apart!”, with that Brad smile on his face shaking his head. It was the first chance he had to tell me that Lynsay was pregnant again, and he did it in his special way. All I remember is how proud he was, and how happy I was for him and Lynsay, and I thank God that I was able to have that conversation with him.You are a true warrior and hero! You took a large piece of me with you that night along those railroad tracks, but know that I carry you and your family with me for the rest of my life! “Forever your power and strength stays with me!”
I love you brother! Semper Fi!
Kyle
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As a former WW11 Marine and a retired Upper Merion Twp. police officer my Heart goes out to the family of Brad Fox !!! May he rest in peace and be with the LORD.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there;I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am a diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morining’s hush
I am the swift uplifing rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that
shine at night.
Do not stand at
my grave and cry,
I am not there;
I did not die.
-Mary Elizabeth Frye.
Thinking of you Brad. Miss you Brother. Rah!