I put the wind chime on his tree this week.
The wind chime was given to us by Donate Life America in memory of David Glasser, my son, a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty May 18, 2016. He was young and in great health when he was killed and his wish was to be an organ donor. So my daughter-in-law, Kristen, made sure that happened even though it’s not an emotionally easy thing to do.
Davey loved people. He proved it by his choices in his life and he again proved it by his choices in death. Because of his love, several people received life-changing organs and skin which gave them hope and a new tomorrow. It was a new tomorrow that Davey never had.
If you’ve been following my story, you know that we planted a tree by his spot in the cemetery that first year after he died. I felt that it was too stark out there and too empty……and way too hot in the summer. I needed to have something positive and growing there. Practically, I also needed some shade when I clean his grave markers.
The sad news is that our first tree died. Wow! Just tack that on to a long list of disappointments.
The good news is that the replacement tree is doing much better. It’s a little crooked because the wind has been pushing the young tree around. I kind of like it that way, it reminds me of how the death of my son has been pushing me around for almost 3 years. I relate – I feel a little crooked, too.
The tree has been growing stronger. I’ve been feeding it plant food, trying to get its roots to grow farther down into the sandy soil so it can withstand the dust storms and the rain storms that hit the cemetery with fierce power.
The tree looks like it has grown strong enough to hold the wind chime. The wind chime itself is very heavy – designed to be outside. I like how heavy it is – it represents a mixture of huge grief and huge life and huge love that fills my heart when I think of Davey. The chiming reminds me that there are pieces of Davey still alive in this world and his love for people is still making a difference in many ways.
I think the tree is now strong enough to hold this wind chime and all it represents.
There are days when I wonder if I have the strength to live these next twenty or thirty years on this planet without Davey. Too much pain. Too much loss. The world has become a darker place…..emptier. Memories are good – for a while. But they don’t fill the hole.
Yes, there are days like that. And I know the answer for me is to turn to God and let him be the foundation I stand on for the rest of my time on this planet.
There are other days when Davey’s spirit and love are very evident – they haven’t disappeared. These are the days when I’m reminded by his son and his daughter how much fun we had with Davey and that he was such a great dad! He would be so proud of both of them! On these days, the memories are enough and its clear that those of us left behind still have a lot to accomplish on this earth. There is a purpose for this very tough journey.
On these days I feel strong enough.
And the wind chime will be there to remind me every time I visit his spot that his life mattered….and it still matters.
Miss you, Davey