JAMES ROBERT BERTHALY
aka Bob / Bertha / Kimbies
NSW Police Academy Class # 113
New South Wales Police Force
[alert_yellow]Regd. # 12936[/alert_yellow]
Rank: Probationary Constable – appointed 11 December 1967
Constable – appointed 11 December 1968
Senior Constable – appointed 11 December 1976
Detective Sergeant – appointed 31 August 1984
Detective Sergeant – retired
Stations: ?, Green Valley Detectives, Kogarah ( 1973 ), Hurstville ( 1970’s – 1980’s ), Campbelltown Detectives ( 35 Division – at the ‘old’ Railway St Police Station ), South West, Albury,
Service: From ? ? pre December 1967 to ? ? ? = ? years Service
Awards: National Medal – granted 29 November 1983
Born: 24 January 1948
Died on: Thursday 15 November 2018
Cause: Cancer – Brain
Event location: Frank Whiddon homes, Glenfield
Funeral date: Tuesday 20 November 2018@ 2pm
Funeral location: North Chapel, Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Camden Valley Way, Leppington
Buried at: ?
[alert_blue]BOB is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance[/alert_blue] * NOT JOB RELATED
PLEASE SEND PHOTOS AND INFORMATION TO Cal@AustralianPolice.com.au
( Attached 2 March 2019 )
It is a little difficult to feel another emotion other than melancholy after visiting an old friend who, in his own words looks you in the eye with his steel blue eyes and tells you he only has four weeks to live. Today was such a day when I visited my old work colleague from Campbelltown Detectives, James Robert Berthaly, known to all as either Bob, Bertha or Kimbies. My old partner Peter Gould had been generous enough to call in and see him before I had arrived and as I sat out on the verandah in the sunshine with Bob, we reminisced on times gone by, funny times we had shared at our second unofficial office ’The Lacks Hotel’, exchanging war stories and the like.
He spoke glowingly of his undying love for his three sons, one of whom tragically he had already lost through cancer, his friends from his lengthy and distinguished policing career, his world travels, his friends, but most of all his funny, quirky anecdotes about almost every facet of his life. As I sat there quietly listening to my old dying friend, I thought to myself that only those who knew this larrikin could even dare to believe his wonderful stories. Some of them have already become legendary.
For the two hours I sat with Kimbies, the mood was surprisingly uplifting, and he indeed laughed a great deal. I was almost in awe of his tenacity, courage and typically “Fuck You cancer” attitude. There were two occasions however, when he shed a few tears. I also did in kind. How could I not. When I left him, he gave me a massive bear hug and planted a big kiss on my left cheek, declaring, “I love you”. It was in turn, reciprocated.
I have made it my solemn promise to this great man and myself to visit him regularly, weekly, in his greatest time of need and I urge all of his friends and former colleagues to do the same. He is in good spirits, and informed me that he is happy to receive guests. Bob always had time for everyone else. Now it is our time to repay that debt. You will find him on Level 2, Raine House, Whiddon Group, 81 Belmont Road, Glenfield.
Our lives, by those who have touched them are etched forever in our minds as a myriad of footprints in the sand. Some footprints however, are etched deeper in the sands than others, solely by what we have received from those whose footprints are left. In Bob’s case, his footprints are forever indelible.
Received this letter from the Police Commissioner yesterday for the late ‘Kimbies’ Berthaly. Emailed to me to pass onto the Berthaly family. Nice gesture Commissioner. I know the family will appreciate it.
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