Father Policeman

My father is a policeman...
I mean my father was a policeman.

He had died in the line of duty,
surrounded by strangers,
and away from his family.

He's known as a hero,
a cop who was brave and courageous.
And not as a lone lover.

He was loved by many,  
loved for being a policeman. 
But not loved for the man he truly was.

So what if he was a great policeman,
he was an excellent father figure as well.

So what if he was called a hero on TV,
he was already a hero to those close to him.

So what if strangers look up to him,
his loved ones wont see him anymore.

So what if his grave is covered in flowers,
man considered him their flower of sunshine when he was alive.

Everyone dies in one form or another,
but until you lose someone dear to your heart,
then by all means keep talking like you knew the person how died.