C. Douglas Hickman
EOW 10-7-2022

Dad was born February 2, 1938, and entered heaven on October 7, 2022.

He was excitedly welcomed by his son David and by his parents Charles and Bernice Hickman, and he often remarked "all his people."

Anyone who was part of Dad's world already knows the pleasure, laughter and adventures he brought to us.

His is missed by his life's love, Connie Valjean Hickman. He and mama have been married 66 years. Also left to miss him are his 4 remaining children, Terri and family, Steve and family, Matthew and family, Connie Marie, her husband, Jeff, and family, David's family, and his sister, Delores and children.

Next to his family, the 20-year career as a Los Angeles Police Officer was his greatest joy. Many stories are still being told in police lore.

We all remain firm in our belief that we will all be together again. Until that great day, Daddy, know that we are proud of you, love you and will carry on as we promised.

"The Final Inspection"

The Policeman stood and faced his God,

Which must always come to pass.

He hoped his shoes were shining.

Just brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To My church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,

"No, Lord, I guess I ain't,

Because those of us who carry badges

can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,

and at times my talk was rough,

and sometimes I've been violent,

Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,

That wasn't mine to keep.....

Though I worked a lot of overtime

When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,

Though at times I shook with fear.

And sometimes, God forgive me,

I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place

Among the people here.

They never wanted me around

Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here,

Lord, it needn't be so grand.

I never expected or had too much,

But if you don't.....I'll understand.

There was silence all around the throne

Where the saints had often trod.

As the policeman waited quietly,

For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, policeman,

You've borne your burdens well.

Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,

You've done your time in hell."