Words From Jacob, The Son Of Fallen Hero Patrick Sondron

Hero Patrick Sondron

The Family Of Hero Patrick Sondron

Words From Jacob, The Son Of Fallen Hero Patrick Sondron

I just had the honor of speaking with a remarkable 21-year-old young man, Jacob Sondron. Jacob is the son of fallen Hero Patrick Sondron.  Peach County Sheriff’s Deputy Sergeant Patrick Sondron was tragically murdered during an ambush on Sunday night.  Police were originally notified of a disturbance after two people who were riding ATVs, were confronted by a man armed with a firearm. The ATV riders fled from the man and called the police. Peach County Deputy Patrick Sondron and Deputy Daryl Smallwood responded to the location. Immediately upon their arrival, they were both shot without warning by the man, Ralph Elrod.

It is a difficult time for Jacob and his family right now. He wishes to express his gratitude for the outpouring support that the law enforcement community has shown his family in these dark hours. Jacob wants the world to know, that while his father was a police officer, he was also a human, just like you and me. Patrick was the father of 3 amazing children, Jacob, Ethan, and Sierra. His wife, Melissa, would be proud to know that Patrick left such a lasting impression on his children.

Jacob knows that his father’s life mattered. The problem is, a large majority of America wouldn’t agree with that. It is time we changed that. Jacob agrees, role models should not be men who take a knee during the national anthem, they should be men who sacrifice their lives to protect the morals and patriotism that the song stands for. Heroism doesn’t fall too far from the tree within the Sondron family. Jacob is a member of the US Coast Guard. Just like his father, Jacob is a true hero; a man willing to sacrifice his life for others. His bravery during the most difficult time in his life speaks volumes. I can easily say, I am a better man for having shared a brief moment with Jacob tonight.

My dad’s obituary:
Sheriff’s Deputy Patrick M. Sondron tragically lost his life while serving in the line of duty on Sunday, November 6, 2016.
Patrick was born on July 21, 1975 in Miami, Florida to Michael and Patricia Sondron. After graduation from high school, he enlisted in the United States Air Force. After honorably serving his country, Patrick chose a career in law enforcement where he continued his service to others.

Patrick joined the Fort Valley Police Department in 1999, later transferring to the Byron Police Department before finding his home with the Peach County Sherriff’s Office 13 years ago. He held the rank of Sergeant assigned to the Patrol Division and he was also a member of the SWAT team.

Patrick had a pilot’s license; he enjoyed flying and driving charter buses for C&H. He loved cars, especially Dodge Challengers, was an enthusiastic die cast collector, and enjoyed going on cruises. Patrick was a dedicated public servant, a respected partner to others in law enforcement and was known to be kind and level-headed. A well-loved friend to many, he was described as a true ambassador for Peach County. Above all else, he was a devoted husband and father who loved spending time with the family he adored.
In addition to his parents, his memory will forever be treasured by his loving wife, Melissa Marie Sondron and three children, Skylor Jacob Sondron, Ethan Lewis McCoy Ward, and Sierra Rose D’Anne Ward, all of Warner Robins.
Visitation with Patrick’s family will be Wednesday, November 9, 2016 from 5:00 p.m. until 9:00 p.m. at Southside Baptist Church in Warner Robins. Funeral services celebrating his life will be held at 10:00 a.m. on Thursday, November 10, also at Southside Baptist Church. Following the service, Patrick will be laid to rest in Magnolia Park Cemetery.

Jacob has posted passionatley about the incident over the past 24 hours. Who can blame him? We completely agree with his words:

A dispute between neighbors, now my father isn’t coming home and another deputy is in critical condition…

I’m still waiting to wake up, to be told this is all a nightmare. I can’t wrap my head around any of this. How could a man who did his best for everyone and everything he did, have his life taken from him? What gave that piece of shit the right to take MY father from me. What gave him the goddamn right to destroy MY family. Congratulations, you broke us. Because of you, my family will never be whole again. We will have to continue our lives and our careers without a father, without a husband, and without a friend. And honestly, to the coward who took my father from me, I hope you die a long, slow, and painful death, and rot in hell where you belong.
And to my amazing father, I am sorry for how things were between you and I. I am sorry for being a selfish asshole and not taking your advice. Or for not listening to you. I am sorry that I couldn’t do anything to help you when you needed me the most. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better son, dad. I love you, dad. You’re my hero, you always were. And you always will be.
I’ve got this now. I’ve got Mom. I’ve got the twins. I’ll be the man you always taught me to be and I’ll make you proud. I swear.
I’ll see you soon, I love you..

Please someone else make light of the situation of the shooter being a white man that didn’t get killed by the police. Please someone else make a joke about instead of arresting him, they took him to dinner because he was white. This isn’t about race.

Please leave a comment of support for Jacob and his family. While they are a strong and amazing family, they need all the support they can get.

  • Anita Callahan

    My heart goes out to the family. May God give you strength and comfort during this time. My prayers will be with you all. His life MATTERED

  • Blade

    Another selfish asshole takes a good man’s life. When will this end?

    • Nick Fury II

      This will end when people put the same emphasis on white cop killers that they do black cop killers. The slain officer’s son wrote a sad letter. However, his dad was one of 10 cops killed in a week. 1 Eskimo. 9 White. If we don’t see the same outrage,examination of white cop killers as we do black cop killers this will continue.

      • sarah

        No matter how many officers were killed in a week, a month, a year, or a decade….or what the killers skin color was, that in NO WAY diminishes the value, importance, or tragedy of EACH individual officer. I’m so sorry for the media and hate- baiters that wanted this situation to fit into their platform. I live here, these are my friends and neighbors, and BELIEVE there is outrage, but that has nothing to do with the color of the shooter or the deceased officers. Many in the community wish the shooter had died on scene, instead of losing 2 officers who were genuinely good, kind people who treated everyone with respect. There is outrage, but above that is grief. We are a diverse, yet unified small community who have come together to honor our loved ones, who lost their lives helping others, smiling, and with no regard to skin color. We have no desire to join this nations bickering

  • Shirley Patterson Holder

    My thoughts and prayers go out to this family…..this is a sad situation…..the words from his son made me cry……it doesn’t matter what race the LEO was or the shooter.what matters is that he lost his life and instead of people making ignorant comments they should show compassion…

    • sarah

      Amen.

  • Sandy Burns

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    When the Lord was creating peace officers, he was into his sixth day of
    overtime when an angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling
    around on this one.” And the Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this
    order?

    A peace officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark,
    scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn’t touch, and not wrinkle
    his uniform.

    “He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a
    homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and
    testify in court the next day.

    “He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee
    and half-eaten meals. And he has to have six pairs of hands.”

    The angel shook her head slowly and said, “Six pairs of hands… no way.”

    “It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” said the Lord, “it’s the
    three pairs of eyes an officer has to have.”

    “That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.

    The Lord nodded. One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he
    asks, “May I see what’s in there, sir?” (When he already knows and wishes
    he’d taken that accounting job.) “Another pair here in the side of his head
    for his partners’ safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can
    look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, ‘You’ll be all right ma’am,
    when he knows it isn’t so.”

    “Lord,” said the angel, touching his sleeve, “rest and work on this tomorrow.”

    “I can’t,” said the Lord, “I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound
    drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil
    service paycheck.”

    The angel circled the model of the peace officer very slowly, “Can it think?”
    she asked.

    “You bet,” said the Lord. “It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes;
    recite Miranda warnings in its sleep; detain, investigate, search, and arrest
    a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to
    debate the legality of the stop… and still it keeps its sense of humor.

    This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with crime
    scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a
    murder victim’s family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement
    isn’t sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects.”

    Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the peace
    officer. “There’s a leak,”she pronounced. “I told you that you were trying to
    put too much into this model.”

    “That’s not a leak,” said the lord, “it’s a tear.”

    “What’s the tear for?” asked the angel.

    “It’s for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that
    funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice.”

    “You’re a genius,” said the angel.

    The Lord looked somber. “I didn’t put it there,” he said.

  • Rick

    Rest in peace Patrick. It was an honor and privilege to have to known you..