It’s a constant issue.
Somebody is missing.
It’s a tall somebody who was always adding a lot of fun and laughs to whatever was going on.
A man of faith whose integrity and character clearly showed through the decisions he made in his life is missing.
He’s missing right this instant as November looms in front of us. My son, David Glasser’s birthday. He’s missing it …. again.
There’s a hole in our lives that will never be filled.
Sometimes people use the word ‘heal’ when they’re talking to me about Davey being killed in the line of duty and I can’t relate. There’s a hole. It’s not going to heal over into a scar and fade away. Not in this lifetime.

So we’re figuring how to move forward with the hole.
My grandson, Davey’s son, is in high school now. He was 5 when Davey was killed. Micah is doing great in school and Davey would be so proud of him. Davey loved learning and figuring things out. He had a double major in college of Psychology and Criminal Justice. I will never forget when he was studying juvenile delinquency – he told me that a working mother was the highest indicator that a kid would become a delinquent. Because I had been working full-time at first getting my degree and then my career since before he was born, I thought this was very interesting. So I asked him with a smile, “Well, what happened to you?”
That led to a in-depth conversation about how it’s not mother’s working that’s the issue – it’s the faith and values and priorities of those mothers along with the fathers that has the biggest influence on the child.
Davey told me many times how frustrated he was with the fact that many parents today use the police as the bad guys with their children. “If you don’t behave, the police will come and arrest you.” Really? What happened to parents disciplining their children and parents teaching their children to respect authority and the rules? Is it just easier to wait until they are 15 or 16 and let the police handle it? Policemen spend a lot of time parenting kids whose parents aren’t do it.
The life of a cop. He was a great cop….and he is missed.
He was a great son and brother…and he is missed.
He was a great husband and father….and he is missed.
He was a great friend and squad member….and he is missed.
There’s always going to be a hole.
Miss you, Davey.
Love you.

He was one of the good guys. He cared about our community and he committed his life to defending all that is good and right in our world. He was proud to be part of the thin blue line that stands between the evil ones and the innocent in our country. He lived a life of integrity and honor while blending in fun and loving life in a unique way that only Davey could do.
Now we are all very happy that he did.