By Jessica L. Laliberte, MBA
I don’t believe in labels but one I proudly wear is that of cop’s kid. My dad was my rock, my hero and my best friend.
Growing up a police kid, especially the chief’s child, could be challenging. But to me it was one of the greatest gifts I have been given. I, unlike my sisters, embraced the blue family. I spent a lot time in the station when I was growing up. I am the baby of the family. I loved going to the police station…it was my home away from home. I was so proud of my dad. He was the first local man to rise through the ranks from patrolman to chief. He loved police work and he loved his hometown. The only thing he loved more was his family.