I'll never forget the day Peter was shot 5 years ago. I was in class dowtown and saw the flood of police cars. After I talked to my own officer, everything changed. And it would never be the same. The day of the funeral was a mix of tragedy and beauty. I couldn't believe the regular citizens along the procession that were saluting and waving flags. It made me feel less alone in loving and supporting my police family in a city that's very tough to tolerate sometimes. But with that, I didn't know