but it’s there.
It’s a cloud of grief with my son, David Glasser’s name on it. He was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016. This cloud has hung over my life since that day. You don’t see it or feel it.
But I do.
I have moments of silent grief when anyone I know shares that they talked to their son or went somewhere with their son. That used to be my husband and I. We lived 1 1/2 miles away from Davey and his family the last 5 years of his life. We talked to him almost every day and saw him almost as much. We were included in all of his plans for fun which were many and often.
Oh, how we miss those fun times with Davey!
I have moments of silent grief when anything about Police Officers comes onto the television. Another officer being killed in the line of duty brings back the memories of the shock and disbelief of those first few weeks….and months. Any disrespect or dishonor exhibited for Police Officers is very personal to me. It feels like disrespect and dishonor for Davey’s bravery and commitment in serving and protecting his community.
Davey gave his life for the people in his city.
I have moments of silent grief whenever I do something Davey used to do. Even something as simple as cooking beer brats takes me back to Davey’s kitchen as I watched him make a big pot of brats for all of the friends and family that he was inviting over that day.
Davey loved people so he found lots of reasons to invite people to his house to have a good time.
There are many moments of silent grief when I watch Davey’s son and daughter playing sports. Davey would have been right in the middle of it all, coaching them and showing them how proud he was of them.
He was such a great dad!
I have moments of silent grief whenever I see someone receiving a folded flag. We have a folded flag in our house and we know all about the pain and loss that comes with it.
I have moments silent grief whenever I’m around Davey’s friends and squad members. All of the awesome memories are great and the love and support we have for one another makes a difference …..but the hole he left in our lives is so big.
If you have experienced a tragedy like mine, you understand. If you haven’t, I hope you never know what this cloud of grief feels like.
Miss you, Davey.