My 2016 Family Yearbook is complete and the finished product will be showing up in my mailbox any day. Thanks for taking this journey with me as I have had to figure out each step of the way. I didn’t expect this to be such a soul-searching, emotion-packed process. First, I sobbed through getting the front page done dedicating this book to my son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016.
Then I couldn’t touch for book for 3 years without struggling with the extreme pain and grief of the loss of Davey.
But, gradually my memories of 2016 have become more precious than painful to me. As I finished the book, I realized I needed to change the title as well because Davey’s legacy has evolved the fall-out from this tragedy into a story about the power of love. God’s love and the love we have for each other has re-named this journey and for that, I am very grateful.
So now I face getting to work on our 2017 Family Yearbook.
But it’s hard to start.
Because there is no way I’m going to make a family yearbook without Davey.
I know he will always be a part of us. I see him in the faces and actions of both of his children. His pictures are everywhere. Who he was and who he is influences the lives of his family and friends today. He lives in our hearts. Davey’s legacy of love has changed us.
He has never left us. He was a part of our lives in 2016 and he continues to be a part of our lives today. So my plan is, as I fill the pages of our 2017 yearbook and all the books to come, I will include pictures of Davey through the years at Christmas, Davey at Easter, Davey on his birthday, Davey at the birth of his children and more. I’m sure that these great memories will bring smiles to our faces as we realize that he is still a part of us. I wasn’t doing family yearbooks when he was a kid so his early year photos will give a better picture of who he was to his children and grandchildren.
All of our family yearbooks are going to have pictures of Davey in them.
He’s coming with us.
Miss you, Davey.