George Halma's twin brother, who was also his friend and police partner, died in a car accident in 1998 while on duty as a police officer. They had been inseparable since childhood and went through the police academy together, working side by side until the tragic night when Halma received a radio call about an officer down and rushed to the scene to find the mangled remains of his brother's car. Although it has been many years, Halma still deeply misses his other half and the sound of the bagpipes at the funeral still affects him, as half of himself was lost the windy day his twin brother and honorable man died.

1. Half of Me Died in 1998
We began our lives together as one,
My twin, my brother, my friend.
We were inseparable day by day,
until the very end.
From grade school, to high school, through the Police Academy we went,
Side by side, my brother and I, through all of life's events.
We talked often, about work and play,
Always on the phone, never too far away.
I wasn't prepared for the radio call that night,
An Officer down, just didn't seem right.
I rushed to the scene, as fast as I could,
Tragedy awaiting, it didn't sound good.
All the twisted steel, that used to be a car,
Is a blur permanently etched in my mind.
The sound of bagpipes still get to me to this day,
Half of me was buried that windy June day.
Although he is missed, many memorials in his honor stand,
My twin, my brother, my friend,
Died a very honorable man.
Written By
George Halma