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Deputy Sergio Aleman | My Mother's Angel

Updated on December 10, 2012

Sheriff Deputy Aleman's Funeral

Members of the Milwaukee County Sheriff's Department Honor Guard Escort Deputy Aleman's Coffin.
Members of the Milwaukee County Sheriff's Department Honor Guard Escort Deputy Aleman's Coffin. | Source

Despite all of the fire that the Milwaukee Police Department is undergoing due to the recent civil rights scandals, I felt it necessary for people to know that NOT ALL law enforcement officers bring disgrace to the badge or betray the public trust. Milwaukee County Sheriff Deputy Sergio Aleman, whose recent death on July 31, 2012, has brought an unexpected wave of support from the community he faithfully served, exemplifies what a Peace Officer is all about. I wish to share with you how Deputy Aleman has touched my life and that of my mother’s and how he’s ultimately earned our hearts.

It was one of the scariest nights of my life not knowing where my strayed mother was on that June evening of this year, 2012… If you have a family member that suffers from a mental disability which causes them to wander away from home, then you understand the heart-wrenching emotions that accompany the uncertainty of their whereabouts; especially in a big and dangerous city such as Milwaukee, Wisconsin can be.

After spent hours, vast covered miles and burned gas in my search for my lost mother through the dark, cold and rainy night, I almost gave up hope. My brain was exhausted from relaying mass information to the Milwaukee Police Department whom were more than dedicated on their search for her. I turned in for the night with my cell phone next to me in anticipation of a call delivering me good news. My friend had left a social commitment to be there for me and didn’t leave my side all night as she comforted me through the pain.

The next morning, I woke up to a phone call from my cousin who said that a Sheriff’s Deputy had stopped by her house. He informed her that they had found my mother and that I was to go to Emergency at Froedtert Hospital to pick her up and give the Deputy that escorted her there information for a report.

Not knowing what her condition was, I sped to the hospital. My heart pounded out of both fear and excitement not knowing what to expect upon arrival. Once there, I entered the room my mom was kept in. She was lying in the hospital bed seemingly scared, but gleaming with joy as her eyes locked mine. Next to her by the bedside, was Deputy Aleman. I identified myself to him as her daughter and he proceeded to explain to me how he found her walking alongside the shoulder of Interstate Highway 43 and Capitol Drive as he was on freeway patrol duty early in that morning. Alerted by the sight of her as a pedestrian illegally walking on the expressway, he pulled over to assist her.

I do not recall much of the conversation we had due to my nerves and emotions, but it was the words he said as he looked at my mom that made her tears of relief roll down as she smirked when he glanced at her. He explained that, after picking her up from the freeway, had asked her if she was hungry. She said yeah and how she wanted café (Spanish for coffee). Thankfully, he spoke the language since my mom doesn’t speak or understand English. He didn’t have coffee, but he gave her his donut to ease her hunger after hours of not having eaten anything. It was stereotypical, the cops and donuts dynamic, but it made us giggle and it lightened up the situation. This man had such a sweet interaction with my mom and there was an aura about him that cannot be translated into words. Every time he addressed my mom, he accompanied it with a warm smile that melted me inside. His sincere care and concern for her well-being shined through past his duty as an officer. His presence not only filled the tiny hospital room, but it was comforting and soothing as well. After nearly an hour, Deputy Aleman had to go about the rest of his shift. I shook his hand and thanked him for being there.

Nearly two months later, I learned the sad news of his passing while at work. My heart stopped and sunk because, not only did the Sheriff’s Department lose a good cop, his family a husband and father, but also, my mom no longer having her once-Guardian Angel alive anymore. Rest in Peace, Deputy Aleman. My mother and I will never forget you. Thank you.


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    • jcm_blabs profile image

      jcm_blabs 5 years ago from My Bunker in the Midwest

      Thanks, RT! :-)

    • RTalloni profile image

      RTalloni 5 years ago from the short journey

      Thank you for sharing your story of this officer's work on behalf of the community and your family.