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OBITuARY<br />

Sergeant Rod Hiam was a<br />

valued member of <strong>The</strong> <strong>Police</strong><br />

<strong>Association</strong>. He joined the<br />

job in 1979. During much of<br />

his time in the job, Rod was<br />

an <strong>Association</strong> Delegate<br />

representing members at<br />

South Melbourne and later at<br />

Horsham. Sadly, Rod passed<br />

away last month. <strong>Association</strong><br />

Secretary Greg Davies was<br />

Rod’s friend and delivered this<br />

eulogy at his funeral.<br />

ABOVE: Rod Hiam with his wife, Denise, after the September 2009 Delegates’ Conference.<br />

VaLE SERGEaNT ROD Hiam<br />

While everyone here today is so<br />

very sad, it is really about the<br />

celebration of a life cut too short.<br />

Rod was taken from us at just 51 years<br />

of age, and he leaves behind the loves<br />

of his life: his wife Denise, his children,<br />

Edward, ashleigh and Luke; his daughter-inlaw<br />

Jess, his little grandchild Bailey and her<br />

sister Debbie.<br />

He also leaves many friends, made in<br />

the course of a full and happy life − a life<br />

spent in the service of others, for others<br />

and rarely for himself.<br />

Rod had the gentle demeanour possessed<br />

by many big men. At work, which is where<br />

my knowledge of and friendship with<br />

Rod is based, he was competent, realistic,<br />

occasionally extremely opinionated<br />

(particularly where the Hawthorn Football<br />

Club or crooks were concerned) reliable and<br />

slow to anger.<br />

I had the privilege and the fun of being a<br />

part of Rod's life, and he a part of mine,<br />

for around eight years in the 1980s at<br />

Prahran and I can tell you this: when you<br />

were standing outside the old South Yarra<br />

Arms Hotel on a Friday night, fighting with<br />

bikies and very large men South Pacific<br />

origin (who had been fighting each other<br />

until the police arrived and then all started<br />

fighting us), there was no happier sight than<br />

seeing Rodney Frank Hiam, coming up the<br />

footpath behind them like the one-man<br />

cavalry, to rescue the besieged troops.<br />

Rod was one of the proudest policemen<br />

I’ve ever met. He loved the <strong>Victoria</strong> <strong>Police</strong><br />

Force and he loved being a part of it. He<br />

liked looking after decent <strong>Victoria</strong>ns and he<br />

thrived on catching crooks. He revelled in<br />

the excitement and the camaraderie of the<br />

Force and he didn’t even seem to mind the<br />

mundane parts of it − not that there were<br />

many back then.<br />

After Rod was injured in a car accident at<br />

work, he eventually took to helping others<br />

through co-ordinating the Neighbourhood<br />

ABOVE: Rod Hiam was farewelled with Full <strong>Police</strong><br />

Honours - photo courtesy Wimmera Mail-Times.<br />

Watch Program. Even when he wasn’t<br />

match fit he was still a part of the team,<br />

doing the things that needed to be done to<br />

help the public and the Force.<br />

That car accident, by the way, occurred when<br />

Rod and Rhys Livingstone, another big man<br />

of about 6’ 2" and 17 stone, were on their<br />

way to yet another urgent call for assistance<br />

from the troops. This time it was a punchup<br />

at the Toorak Hotel and, in their rush<br />

to get in amongst it, the thrill of the hunt<br />

made them a little too hurried in getting<br />

there. <strong>The</strong>y managed to end up replacing<br />

the winged lady emblem on the bonnet of<br />

a Rolls Royce Phantom − no less − with the<br />

front of the police car, in a fairly spectacular<br />

head-on collision in Toorak Road. Perhaps<br />

there was just too much momentum for<br />

standard brakes to stop them.<br />

Rod was also a <strong>Police</strong> <strong>Association</strong> Delegate<br />

for many years − always in the fray trying to<br />

look after the interests of others.<br />

<strong>The</strong> last time Rod and I spoke, with Denise at<br />

their home two or three weeks ago, he was<br />

still asking about where the Force was going<br />

and whether there was a means clear to see<br />

things settle down and return to the way he<br />

believed it should be.<br />

But that was Rod − thinking of others,<br />

accepting of his lot in life and just caring<br />

for his family, who he loved so very dearly.<br />

Never effusive in his praise, he told me<br />

how proud of his family he was − of his<br />

strapping young lads, his pretty girl and<br />

his great love, Denise.<br />

Rod had a habit of obtaining most<br />

positions he applied for in the Force,<br />

through his record of service and the high<br />

recommendation of his referees; and you<br />

can be certain that when he fronts St. Peter<br />

and asks for his reserved seat in heaven’s<br />

Hawthorn Stand, he’ll get it − because he<br />

goes with an impeccable record of service<br />

and the highest recommendation that any<br />

Australian male can ever hope to have<br />

− he was a good bloke.<br />

And I thank my good fortune that<br />

Rodney frank Hiam was my friend.<br />

Goodbye mate, from all of us.<br />

<strong>The</strong> <strong>Police</strong> <strong>Association</strong> <strong>Victoria</strong> Journal <strong>June</strong> 2011<br />

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