








I lost my brother, Vermont State Sgt Michael Johnson, on 6/15/2003. The day was a beautiful sunny Father's Day, and I was at a lacrosse game watching my son play. I heard an overhead page looking for my sister-in-law, but since she wasn't at the game, I went to see what was up. I received the most heart wrenching news that day. Michael was killed by a person who was fleeing a traffic stop, he was attempting to put down spike strips when he was hit and killed.
He left behind a wife, three beautiful children, our parents, my sister, me and our three brothers; along with numerous family and friends. He had just been named the Varsity Basketball Coach at the local high school. Michael also was a DJ for local events. He was nicknamed Happy by the people in his town, they considered him the unofficial Mayor. He could be found along a road to tossing a football with local kids or at a sporting event watching family members coach and play. Michael was truly a family man, he adored his wife and children and looked forward to every new adventure with them.
Michael wanted to be a State Trooper early in life, and he loved his job. His funeral was attended by thousands of people from around the country and across the border. The stories we heard about him from his co-workers, his friends and even some people he had arrested made us realize even more what a loss we suffered that day.
At National Police Week in 2004, I attended a talk about the sibling retreat. Although I didn't believe anyone could really understand my pain, I went to my first sibling retreat in 2004. I'm sure I looked like a deer in the headlights getting off that bus; but at the retreat, I found a group of brothers and sisters who shared similar losses, although with different stories. I have a group of lifelong friends I can call on any time if I need them. After attending many retreats, I still get something out of being there, and I hope I can offer my experiences with others.
I know without C.O.P.S. and the sibling retreat I wouldn't be where I am now. I miss Michael every day, but thanks to all the people I've met through this tragedy I have learned how to honor him. I call the survivors I've met the best group of people I wish I'd never met. I look at them as the final gift from my brother.
Patti Wolf
Surviving Sibling of Sergeant Michael Johnson
Vermont State Police and Highway Patrols
EOW 6/15/2003
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