I’m sitting in Washington, DC. The Law Enforcement Officers Memorial surrounds me – name after name after name after name.
Including my son’s name – David Glasser. He was a Phoenix Police Officer killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016.
I feel waves of grief rolling over these walls. The names represent sons and daughters, husbands and wives, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, friends and coworkers. Heroes who died serving the people in their communities. So many lives lost. So many other lives blown apart.
The waves of grief wash over me, reminding me of Davey’s funeral. More than 5 thousand people mourned his loss with me that day. I will never forget the feeling of the huge crowd of people sitting behind me and beside me – grieving. I could feel the waves of sorrow and pain pulsing through the huge crowd – I’ve never felt anything like that before or since.
Grief fills my broken heart again today.
But I love the memorial. It remembers and honors each fallen officer individually while representing the dedication and perseverance of all Law Enforcement Officers who have served and are still serving today. Such courage, integrity and selflessness. The best of the best.
Being a part of the Thin Blue Line is an extremely tough thing to do – especially in today’s culture. It’s not for the weak and the whiners. Only the bold and determined with huge hearts need apply.
And get ready for the scars. The loss.
The horrible reality of what it means be a member of the Thin Blue Line smacks me in the face as I walk by the walls here in Washington, DC., reading the names and praying for their family and friends. New walls have been added to the memorial since my last visit. The blank walls are ominous predictors of the tragedies to come. Tragedies like mine.
I believe God has a special place in heaven for these heroes who gave their lives to push back evil for people they didn’t even know.
Davey is in that special place. I know that God decided before he was born that Davey would leave the struggle of this life early to receive his reward.
It’s just so hard being left behind with my shattered heart. Miss you, Davey.