I have had the privilege to work for and with some amazing people in Wise County since we moved here in 1999. My husband, David Bosecker, has recently been transferred to Brown County, Brownwood as a game warden.
I have been here in Boyd, selling our home, packing our memories, trying to learn to say “goodbye” to all my friends. Those who know me, truly know I say what is on my mind and sometimes that may not be good, but you do not have to wonder how I feel.
First and foremost, I thank God for giving us the incredible men and women who serve and protect us in law enforcement and the military. They are brave beyond words and fight the fight every day never knowing what they will face when their watch begins. Thanks for the spouses who fight the fight at home wondering if their partner will return home or if the dreaded knock will appear. Only with God’s help are we able to go forward every day.
Thanks to my wonderful husband, David, who learned in the Marine Corps that war is in everyday life and that protecting and serving to make our cities, counties and state of Texas a better and safer place to live is what he lives and loves to do every day. He came home one day and said, “Guess what? I bought a house today in Wise County.” A house I never laid eyes on, and people I was sure I would never like. I hate change, but David taught me change is good and can make us better.
David started his law enforcement career in Wise County, being a reserve for the Sheriff’s department, then an officer. Years later he went to the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission, then reached his goal of becoming a game warden. David has excelled in every branch of service, and many can account for that.
Working in the court system, learning the election process and being the election assistant for the county for years, and having many friends on all sides of the tickets, also led me to the true love of being a campaign manager, organizer and helper of many. I have learned the joy of the victory and the heartache of the defeat. I give it my all, and hours and hours of effort to those who wanted me to help has been a true honor.
Thank you to all the people I have met along the way who bring me joy every day of my life. My father taught me at a young age – give what you love to do all you have. Believe in it, and learn from your defeats and wins.
My list of names to call and thank for all these years of friendship, even when we might only talk once a year or every election year, grew to several pages. How do I do this? I found that when I started to call, I could not get through a call without breaking down and crying. There are too many to name here, and I do not want to forget anyone.
Memories can never be taken away. We can always reach out and find a file with a contact when needed. I am not saying, and will never say, “goodbye” to Wise County, but rather, “I will see you later.”
David and I will say hello to Brownwood by Dec. 7, and I will continue to call and see everyone I can – but I cannot promise to leave with a dry eye.
Love to all,