What am I thinking about?

What am I focused on?

I ask these questions when I find myself in a dark place.

When I’m sad.

When I’m stuck in yesterday.

When the list of what I have lost seems way too long.

When my shattered dreams fill my head as the tears drip down my face.

David Glasser, my son, was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line duty almost 10 years ago.  Those of you who knew him realized he was unique – he had a high level of integrity and knowledge of what was right and wrong and he also loved people and loved to have fun.  His dad was one of his best friends. We lived 1 1/2 miles from Davey and his family the last 5 years of his life – we were very close.

Then, suddenly – without warning – Davey was gone.

For the last 10 years we have been discovering just how much of the light and joy in our lives went with him.

On Davey’s birthday 1 1/2 years after he was killed, a group of us visited his spot in the cemetery and released balloons into the sky.  Police Chaplain Bob Fesmire explained that this is a very old tradition reaching back to biblical times when incense was burned so it could combine with the prayers of God’s people as they floated up to heaven.

That’s when I realized God was speaking to me – telling me this was the direction I needed to focus on.

I needed to Look Up –

Look up to see the sun shining on all of my blessings that are still here.

Look up to remember that my prayers – our prayers – go to a God who loves us and who wants the best for us and who can do the impossible.

Looking up has been vitally important to me since Davey was killed. The title of the book I published on Amazon is “Then I Looked Up: Losing a Child, Finding His Legacy of Love”. It’s the story of Davey’s life, his death and my journey to find hope after losing a child. If you’d like to get a signed copy, please contact me.

As this first month of 2026 quickly comes to a close, I encourage all of us to “Look up” to God this year and let him fill our lives with joy, and hope and love.

Miss you, Davey.

Love you.