My life has an ‘after’.
My world blew up when my son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty. Many of my expectations and dreams for what my future was going to be were snatched away. Now there is a ‘before’ and an ‘after’ – a major dividing line – in my life.
I talked about ‘before’ in my last blog. I think it is ironic that thinking about ‘before’ is not without its struggles because it reminds me of all that is lost. There used to be a light in my life that is has dimmed and a wholeness in my life that is now gone.
‘After’ is clearly the loser in the comparison of the two halves of my life. I never expected to feel this level of grief or pain. My father, mother and oldest brother have all passed away but I didn’t know until now that experiencing the death of a child could feel this horrible.
‘After’ is an extremely tough place to be. It’s hard to move when my heart is shattered. Everything seems to be ‘less’ than what it was ‘before’. I have good times….until I’m reminded about all that is missing.
At the beginning of this journey, it felt like l was dropped into the middle of a deep dark jungle – extremely harsh, lots of traps, sometimes struggling just to take my next step, and not really wanting to move forward because Davey wasn’t going to be there. The shock was so great and the grief was so heavy that it was a challenge to get up and face the mountain of pain that each day brought.
I am so grateful that God has been there to walk beside me each step, taking me through the jungle and helping me to start seeing the light again. I have learned many life-changing lessons on this journey so far. Here are a few:
Love really does change things. Davey said “love you’ to everyone he cared about instead of ‘good-bye” and all of us who loved him were blessed by this when he was quickly gone. So we all started following his role-model and it changed this very tough road we’re on. Loving each other and saying it out loud helped us in ways that are hard to explain unless you’ve experienced it. “Love you” was Davey’s final gift to us all.
I have an entirely different view now of the courage it takes to be a Police Officer. They face unbelievable things every day and they do it because they care. That kind of caring runs deep within the hearts of Police Officers, making them go out each day to face the worst our city and our neighborhoods have to offer. And so many people don’t even appreciate it.
Obviously, I have taken a very personal journey into the sacrifice that Police Officers make for the people in their communities. They regularly sacrifice other things in their lives in order to do their jobs well and be part of what’s going right in our city. Some officers, like my son, sacrifice everything – that’s the risk they all take each day as they step out of their front door to do their job.
I also have a new understanding of the place that honor takes in the life of a Police Officer. There is honor in always taking the high road – being the voice of reason and caring – when they are out on the streets of our city, working to keep all of us safe. There is honor in the traditions and ceremonies that happen in the lives of our Police Officers. There is honor in remembering our fallen heroes.
Love, courage, sacrifice and honor are woven together into the souls of Police Officers, making them able to stand for what is right even when they are face-to-face with evil. They are special. They are ‘the good guys’.
And I’m proud that Davey was and is one of them.
Miss you, Davey.