I am painfully reminded almost every day how short life can be. How quickly things change – permanently.
My son, David Glasser, was a Phoenix Police officer who was killed almost 3 1/2 years ago. He was doing his job just like he had done every day for 12 years. But on May 18, 2016, his life ended.
The worst happened.
Those of us who were left behind will never be the same. Our worlds blew up and the emotional fall-out continues. Every time I visit Davey’s spot in the cemetery, I am reminded of all the families whose heroes are buried in the same area and are on this painful journey with us. We’re drowning in a ocean of tears waking up each day to an unforgettable hole.
It’s a struggle. Some of my steps moving forward really hurt.
If you’ve been reading this blog, you know that the last thing Davey said to everyone that he cared about was “love you”. He even said it to his squad members and waited until they said it back. It has been such a blessing for us to have that last ‘love you’ echoing through our heads as we deal with the grief and loss of Davey’s death.
If you have been reading this blog, you also know that one of the things I wish Davey had done was write me a letter. It would be something I could get out to read over and over again on the dark days when I need some encouragement. Because of this, I have now written letters to everyone who is dear to me in my life and I plan to update them every ten years or so if I stay on this planet for a while longer.
I know Davey loved me. He and I thought alike so we didn’t have to say a lot to communicate how we felt about each other. Now, I would really love to have some of that written down in a letter.
So imagine my amazement when I was recently searching through our small document safe that holds our important ‘stuff’ and I found an envelope with Davey’s handwriting on the outside. In the envelope is a list written in Davey’s handwriting. The bottom of the page says, “Sunday School 1999.”
He was 18 years-old.
He had written what he thought his life would be like “40 years from now”. He gave a couple of options of what he wanted as a career and one of them was ‘police officer’. He described the woman he would marry, how many kids he wanted, and his desire to continue to grow his relationship with God and be active in a church family.
It’s amazing to me that I kept this. It’s definitely a God-thing. I’m an anti-hoarder so I’m very selective of the things I choose to keep. The number of old things I’m willing to move and store goes down as the years progress.
I shared the list Davey had written with my husband and Kristen because this is as close to a letter as we’re going to get.
I have discovered that this list encourages me. It reminds me of Davey and sparks great memories of how his eyes would light up when he talked about his plans and dreams.
He didn’t have 40 more years. But reading this list makes me so grateful that we took full advantage of the 16 more years he had at the point when he wrote this. No regrets. We had 34 awesome years with him here on earth and that’s going to have to be enough until we see him again in heaven.
Thank you for the letter, Davey.
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