“Survivors” used to make me think about people who have lived through shipwrecks and plane crashes.  These were people who had experienced the ravages of tragedy first hand and had lived through it.

Right after my son, David Glasser, who was a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016, our law enforcement family started calling us ‘survivors’.  In the fog of the first year after Davey was killed, it didn’t make sense to me.  But then it did – I definitely felt and still feel like a survivor.

Sometimes, my life since the day Davey was killed seems like a train wreck that hasn’t stopped yet.  Railroad cars filled with my hopes and dreams keep coming.

But the track broke almost 10 year ago…

and the cars keep falling off the track –

one by one,

down…

into a deep,

dark

ravine.

There’s a big, growing pile of my broken dreams at the bottom of this ravine.

Other days, it feels more like we were all on a ship that was hit by a huge hurricane.  The storm was totally unexpected. It was huge and ferocious. When our ship crashed into the rocks, we were washed up on an unknown shore – missing one very special person.

We landed in a place we never wanted to be.  But we’re here together.  The old ship is gone.

We’re all trying to survive in this new place.

With a heart that is broken into a million pieces and with a huge hole in my life, I have been figuring out how to survive without Davey for almost 10 years. God had a purpose for bringing Davey home to heaven and he has a purpose for leaving me here.

If you have survived a tragedy, the same can be said for you.

There’s a reason. There’s a plan. We just need to figure it out and go about our Father’s business.

It’s why we’re still here.

Miss you, Davey.

Love you.💙💙