Police Lieutenant,
United States Army,
Veteran,
In the early Sunday morning hours of April 29th, 2001 Lieutenant Christopher Neal "Chris" Claypool responded to the report of a property damage auto accident on Refugee Road near the intersection of Eastland Mall. He stopped to provide assistance to the involved motorists to insure that no one had been injured. He first checked on the occupants on the North side of Refugee Road and was attempting to cross Refugee Road to check on the motorists on the South side of the street when a speeding car driving East on Refugee Road struck him before fleeing the area. Despite the heroic efforts of Officers and Firefighters at the scene, as well as the doctors and nurses of the Grant Hospital Emergency Room, Chris succumbed to his injuries.
He was just three days shy of his 40th birthday, having been born on May 2nd, 1961 in Ohio, a son of James Harrison "Harry" Claypool Sr. and Thelma Merle Claypool.
Chris was a Lieutenant with the Columbus Division of Police. He served as a security officer at Timken Mercy Hospital of Canton from 1972 until 1982. He was a police officer with the Jackson Township in Stark County from 1982 until 1987, and with the City of Columbus from 1987 until his death. In 1994 he was promoted to Sergeant and continued patrol assignments thru 1996. From 1996 until 1998 he was assigned to Internal Affairs as an investigator. In 1999 he was assigned to the Strategic Response Bureau as a zone investigator. In January of 2001 he was promoted to Lieutenant with the Columbus Division of Police. Chris was a United States Army veteran where he had also served as a police officer.
He was survived by his parents, James "Harry" Claypool Sr. and Thelma Claypool; his loving wife, Tammy Claypool; two children; several brothers and sisters; and a host of other family and friends who mourn his passing.
Burial was in the Dublin Cemetery in Franklin County, Ohio.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF CHRIS,
The Policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as 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 shoulder and said,
No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges,
Can't always be saints.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was rough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are tough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I've worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got too steep.
But I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fears.
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 fears.
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 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 bourne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.
United States Army,
Veteran,
In the early Sunday morning hours of April 29th, 2001 Lieutenant Christopher Neal "Chris" Claypool responded to the report of a property damage auto accident on Refugee Road near the intersection of Eastland Mall. He stopped to provide assistance to the involved motorists to insure that no one had been injured. He first checked on the occupants on the North side of Refugee Road and was attempting to cross Refugee Road to check on the motorists on the South side of the street when a speeding car driving East on Refugee Road struck him before fleeing the area. Despite the heroic efforts of Officers and Firefighters at the scene, as well as the doctors and nurses of the Grant Hospital Emergency Room, Chris succumbed to his injuries.
He was just three days shy of his 40th birthday, having been born on May 2nd, 1961 in Ohio, a son of James Harrison "Harry" Claypool Sr. and Thelma Merle Claypool.
Chris was a Lieutenant with the Columbus Division of Police. He served as a security officer at Timken Mercy Hospital of Canton from 1972 until 1982. He was a police officer with the Jackson Township in Stark County from 1982 until 1987, and with the City of Columbus from 1987 until his death. In 1994 he was promoted to Sergeant and continued patrol assignments thru 1996. From 1996 until 1998 he was assigned to Internal Affairs as an investigator. In 1999 he was assigned to the Strategic Response Bureau as a zone investigator. In January of 2001 he was promoted to Lieutenant with the Columbus Division of Police. Chris was a United States Army veteran where he had also served as a police officer.
He was survived by his parents, James "Harry" Claypool Sr. and Thelma Claypool; his loving wife, Tammy Claypool; two children; several brothers and sisters; and a host of other family and friends who mourn his passing.
Burial was in the Dublin Cemetery in Franklin County, Ohio.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF CHRIS,
The Policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as 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 shoulder and said,
No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges,
Can't always be saints.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was rough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are tough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I've worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got too steep.
But I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fears.
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 fears.
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 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 bourne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.
Police Lieutenant,
United States Army,
Veteran,
In the early Sunday morning hours of April 29th, 2001 Lieutenant Christopher Neal "Chris" Claypool responded to the report of a property damage auto accident on Refugee Road near the intersection of Eastland Mall. He stopped to provide assistance to the involved motorists to insure that no one had been injured. He first checked on the occupants on the North side of Refugee Road and was attempting to cross Refugee Road to check on the motorists on the South side of the street when a speeding car driving East on Refugee Road struck him before fleeing the area. Despite the heroic efforts of Officers and Firefighters at the scene, as well as the doctors and nurses of the Grant Hospital Emergency Room, Chris succumbed to his injuries.
He was just three days shy of his 40th birthday, having been born on May 2nd, 1961 in Ohio, a son of James Harrison "Harry" Claypool Sr. and Thelma Merle Claypool.
Chris was a Lieutenant with the Columbus Division of Police. He served as a security officer at Timken Mercy Hospital of Canton from 1972 until 1982. He was a police officer with the Jackson Township in Stark County from 1982 until 1987, and with the City of Columbus from 1987 until his death. In 1994 he was promoted to Sergeant and continued patrol assignments thru 1996. From 1996 until 1998 he was assigned to Internal Affairs as an investigator. In 1999 he was assigned to the Strategic Response Bureau as a zone investigator. In January of 2001 he was promoted to Lieutenant with the Columbus Division of Police. Chris was a United States Army veteran where he had also served as a police officer.
He was survived by his parents, James "Harry" Claypool Sr. and Thelma Claypool; his loving wife, Tammy Claypool; two children; several brothers and sisters; and a host of other family and friends who mourn his passing.
Burial was in the Dublin Cemetery in Franklin County, Ohio.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF CHRIS,
The Policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as 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 shoulder and said,
No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges,
Can't always be saints.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was rough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are tough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I've worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got too steep.
But I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fears.
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 fears.
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 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 bourne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.
United States Army,
Veteran,
In the early Sunday morning hours of April 29th, 2001 Lieutenant Christopher Neal "Chris" Claypool responded to the report of a property damage auto accident on Refugee Road near the intersection of Eastland Mall. He stopped to provide assistance to the involved motorists to insure that no one had been injured. He first checked on the occupants on the North side of Refugee Road and was attempting to cross Refugee Road to check on the motorists on the South side of the street when a speeding car driving East on Refugee Road struck him before fleeing the area. Despite the heroic efforts of Officers and Firefighters at the scene, as well as the doctors and nurses of the Grant Hospital Emergency Room, Chris succumbed to his injuries.
He was just three days shy of his 40th birthday, having been born on May 2nd, 1961 in Ohio, a son of James Harrison "Harry" Claypool Sr. and Thelma Merle Claypool.
Chris was a Lieutenant with the Columbus Division of Police. He served as a security officer at Timken Mercy Hospital of Canton from 1972 until 1982. He was a police officer with the Jackson Township in Stark County from 1982 until 1987, and with the City of Columbus from 1987 until his death. In 1994 he was promoted to Sergeant and continued patrol assignments thru 1996. From 1996 until 1998 he was assigned to Internal Affairs as an investigator. In 1999 he was assigned to the Strategic Response Bureau as a zone investigator. In January of 2001 he was promoted to Lieutenant with the Columbus Division of Police. Chris was a United States Army veteran where he had also served as a police officer.
He was survived by his parents, James "Harry" Claypool Sr. and Thelma Claypool; his loving wife, Tammy Claypool; two children; several brothers and sisters; and a host of other family and friends who mourn his passing.
Burial was in the Dublin Cemetery in Franklin County, Ohio.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF CHRIS,
The Policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as 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 shoulder and said,
No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges,
Can't always be saints.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was rough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are tough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I've worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got too steep.
But I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fears.
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 fears.
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 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 bourne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.
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