One More Thing

It has been one very long string of losing one thing after another.

My son, David Glasser, was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016.  Since that day, I have been in a constant process of losing things that connect me back to the time he was alive.  And each loss hurts.  Each loss touches the places that are broken in my heart.

I don’t think it’s ever going to stop.  My husband and I lived very close to Davey and his family the last 5 years of his life.  That was a huge blessing.  It also caused our lives to be closely interwoven with each other – many, many connections.

And I’ve been painfully losing these connections to Davey – one by one – these last 2 1/2 years.

I know there are many connections that I will never lose.  These connections are with Kristen and Micah and Eden.  They are with my family, Davey’s friends, his squad and our blue family.    God has richly blessed me with these important relationships and I am very grateful for them.

I will never lose the great memories and fun times we had with Davey.  I will always treasure those.

All of this does not take away the grief of losing each thing, one after another.  Most recently, Davey and Kristen’s first dog, Scout, died.  They bought him right after they got married when they heard that their apartment accepted dogs.  Then they discovered that the apartment accepted one-year-old dogs, but not puppies.  My husband and I looked at our first little grand puppy and had no other option than to keep him at our house for a couple of months until Davey’s lease was up and they could get a different apartment.

Of course, this also meant that we house trained Scout.  He was a smart little Jack Russell but he didn’t catch on as quickly as I had hoped.  I remember he and I having several heated discussions over puddles on my tile.

Scout was there through every stage of Davey and Kristen’s marriage.  Scout adjusted as they adopted more dogs which were 100 pounds larger than him but he never gave up his alpha dog status.  He moved with them through first apartments and then the house they built and on to another home.  He was there to welcome their two babies home and loved the toddlers even when they tried to pull his tail.  Tears roll down my face as I remember how much Davey loved to throw Scout’s ball high and watch him fly across the room to catch it.

We have lost so much.

So now Scout is gone.  One more thing.  One more connection to how life was before Davey died.

Miss you, Davey.





37 Years Ago

Tomorrow is my son’s birthday.

David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty on May 19, 2016.  Tomorrow he would have been 37 years-old.

He’s not here to celebrate with us but I am still celebrating.   I am thankful for every day that he was on this earth.

The common-held idea that good people die young is very appropriate in this situation.  Davey was one of the good guys and its hard to ignore the big hole his death has left in my life.  I am frequently reminded of the painful gap between what is and what should be.  His future was something I really looked forward to.  His dreams became my dreams for him as he grew and matured into a man with integrity who cared about the people in his community and city.

I will never forget, on his first day of life, there was an Air Quality Alert going on for the city of Phoenix.  As I held my newborn son in my arms, I looked out at the foggy sky through my hospital window and wondered if it was wise it was to bring a child into a world where the air we breathe is polluted.

Since then, I have found that there are far worse things than air pollution.  The evil that lives in the hearts of people who prowl our neighborhoods is what is really dangerous.  The anger and rebellion and lack of respect that defines the lives of some of the people driving down our streets is much more lethal than the air.  Lately we’ve been watching this anger and evil explode in mass shootings of innocent people.  Unfortunately, it will only get worse until our elected city  officials and the people of our city give our law enforcement officers the respect they deserve, staff our law enforcement agencies correctly, pay our law enforcement officers well and give the officers the tools they need to do their jobs right.

Why haven’t we learned this lesson yet?

I couldn’t have known 37 years ago that my son would decide to part of the solution to the problems in our culture and in our city.  Davey loved being a Police Officer because it put him right up close and personal with the people choosing evil and unsafe behaviors.  And it put good people behind his gun and behind his back, away from the danger.

I’m proud of being a part of the Blue Family which stands for courage, honor and sacrifice.

Davey stood tall for all three.

Happy Birthday tomorrow, Davey!  Miss you.


You Heard It Here First

It’s exciting!

It’s the next step in the dream.

It’s gonna happen in February 2019 –

The frist David Glasser Foundation Basketball League.

It’s happening in Laveen where David Glasser, my son and a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty on May 19, 2016.

This is the start of the big dream God gave us of having David Glasser Foundation sports leagues and tournaments across the valley providing a service to our communities.   These sports events will also offer opportunities for Police Officers to grow positive relationships with people in the communities they serve.

Next year starts off with a spring DGF Basketball League followed by the 1st Annual DGF Flag Football Tournament in March and then, in the fall, another DGF Basketball League.

A whole year of sports!  Davey just got out his basketball and is hitting the court in heaven for a pick-up game!

You probably have heard how much Davey loved sports – all of them.  He was a super fan of the Cardinals and the Diamondbacks and all ASU sports.  He played baseball and basketball as a kid and decided to focus on basketball when he moved into Junior High.  He was a coach’s player because he played consistently well every game.  After retiring from the Police force, he planned to get his teaching certificate and teach at the high school level while coaching – probably basketball. And probably in a high-risk area of Phoenix because that was just who he was.  He really cared about the areas of our city which are struggling and he understood basketball very well.  He also understood all of the life skills that sports can give a kid when they are coached well.

Davey never got the chance to fulfill that dream of being a coach.  So the David Glasser Foundation is picking up his dream and providing opportunities for kids in high risk areas of Phoenix to receive the good coaching and great life skills which will help them get on  the road to success in their personal lives.

We are looking forward to partnering with Laveen Youth Sports, a non-profit group in Laveen which has been running successful sports leagues there for several years.

We are planning to grow our leagues and, through sports and our police officer volunteers,  have a positive influence on the lives of a lot of kids and their parents for many years to come.

It’s Davey’s dream on a larger scale.

Miss you, Davey.



I Was Surprised

My son, David Glasser, was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on May 19, 2016.

Parts of his funeral are foggy to me and other parts are crystal clear.  I will never forget sitting in the front row of the huge church auditorium packed to the rafters with family, friends and police officers and their wives.  As I sat there with thousands of people sitting behind me, I felt strong waves of grief rolling over the crowd.  That was one of the experiences that helped me understand how many people were affected by Davey’s death.

This was much bigger than family and friends and people who knew him.  This was my whole big blue family grieving.  I had never experienced that amount of serious grief and pain in one room.


The speakers at his funeral were awesome and I appreciated everything people shared.

I did not expect to be surprised by a few things that people talked about.  I knew Davey well and spent a ton of time with him.  As his mother, I thought I knew all about him.  But two things that were shared were not things I expected.

One of them is Davey’s Legacy of Love – he made a big deal out of saying ‘love you’ to his squad members before he left on a call and he would stand there, waiting for them to say it back to them.  I knew Davey always said it to me, I just didn’t know that it was the last thing that he said to everyone that he cared about in his life.  I didn’t know that he had his whole squad of tough police officers saying it to each other before they left on a call.  I also didn’t know at the time of his funeral how Davey’s legacy of love was going to totally change the journey we have been on since that day.  Love is the answer.  I’ve shared that many times with you and I’ll probably keep saying it until the day I leave this earth for home.

The other thing that surprised me was how many of the speakers talked about Davey sharing his faith.  I shouldn’t be surprised because he had a very strong faith.   I just never heard him sharing his faith with other people so I didn’t realize he talked about God as much as he did.  Now I realize that, if he cared about you and he wasn’t sure you believed in Jesus, he would bring it up….often.  In fact, he didn’t let the subject die, he kept talking about it.  He would challenge his friend’s beliefs and unbelief.

How awesome!  It’s just another reason why I’m proud of the man Davey was.  Davey accepted Jesus as his Savior as a child and continued to grow in his faith through the rest of his life.  In this picture, Davey and my husband, Dave, are at a Promise Keeper’s Christian Men’s Rally.  Promise Keepers taught men all about living a life of integrity and keeping their promises.  Davey learned that lesson very well – those of you who knew him already were aware of that.

God provided a great church family for us which was the village that helped grow Davey’s faith.  Davey went to church camp and mission trips every year – living out his faith and having a great time doing it.  This picture is of one of the groups of kids that went on a church mission trip when Davey was in high school.  He is in the back row next to Jay Van Gelder who spoke at his funeral.  And Kristen is in the front row.  We had no idea that they would marry not too many years after this picture was taken.

Davey sets a good role model for those of us who believe.  We need to share our faith and what we know to be true – and we need to keep sharing it.

And do it all while we love people.

Miss you, Davey.