Not sure how many of you have cops in your family. I think I've told this story before, but my grandfather was a sergeant and lieutenant for the Chicago police. My lasting memory of my grandmother is her sitting at the kitchen table an hour before his shift ended, chain smoking and making sure the garage door opened and he arrived.

When I was about 5, he was involved in a shooting on Grand Avenue. He just happened to be in the area of a bank robbery in progress and showed up just as they were getting in the car. Despite being about 200 feet from the robbers, every bullet missed him. He eventually killed one guy and injured another. He was a hero, but never talked much about it. One of things people don't talk about is that the guy eventually found my grandparents home number. Occasionally I would answer their phone and get a collect call from cook county prison.

I know a lot of people are hating on cops these days, and I know not every one of them is perfect, but without a cop in your family you have no idea the stress and pain that comes with it. I can't imagine what this poor woman and guy's family will have to endure for many years to come. I can only hope these criminals are never released into public again and rot in hell.