Author: Judy Glasser

Life is a journey. Sometimes I'm coasting downhill and, other times, its a tough road uphill. My journey has been straight uphill since May 19, 2016 when my son, David Glasser, who was a Phoenix Police Officer was killed in the line of duty. When my life and dreams blew apart, I only had one option - to hold on tightly to my Rock, my Father God. I have a new understanding of just how short life is and how important it is to take loving each other seriously. God is love and all love comes from him. I have seen love do supernatural things since my son was killed. I have published a book, "Then I Looked Up: Losing a Child, Finding His Legacy of Love." about my tough and painful journey since my son was killed. You can order it from Amazon or you can get an autographed copy by contacting me on messenger. I am sharing some of my experiences as a survivor of a line of duty death in MYFAMILYBLEEDSBLUE.COM. Please feel free to share these blogs with anyone you know who might find them helpful. My other blog - JOURNEYTOWARDSTHETRUTH.COM - has been a work of love for many years as I read through the Chronological Daily Bible each year and share what I hear from God when he stops me. I am inviting you to come along on one or both of my journeys. Please share as often as you'd like. Thanks so much for reading!

They Were Wrong

They were wrong.

I cannot tell you how many people told me “The first year is the hardest” after my son, David Glasser, who was a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016.

They were all wrong.

I had already lost my mom and my dad and my oldest brother along with all of my grandparents and all of my aunts and uncles….and yes, with those deaths, the first year was the hardest.

But it has not been true with the death of my son. The first year was the most confusing and unpredictable and foggy. But each year since then, the hole in my life has grown and all I have lost keeps accumulating as Davey continues to miss his children growing up, he misses getting to know new little members of our family, and misses Christmases and birthdays and Mother’s Days. Every year there is more.

I’m gradually getting used to the growing hole and the lengthening list of things I have lost. But it’s not easier.

I think the big difference between my older loved ones dying and Davey being killed is I had expected that there would be a time in my life where my father and mother and older brother and others would not be here. That is the correct order. It was going to happen.

But Davey was always supposed to be here. Every thought of my future included him. Pictures in my mind of me growing old all included Davey and his smile. Every future celebration, every milestone, every fun family get together and trip included Davey. Now he’s not here…….and all that I have lost grows.

So, do me a favor. Don’t tell a parent who has lost a child that the first year is the hardest.

It’s not true.

Miss you, Davey.

Love you💙💙

On November 26, 2022January 22, 2023 By Judy GlasserIn When the Worst Happens6 Comments

Forever 34

It’s been it’s a struggle to move forward from May 18, 2016. That’s the day my world blew up. It’s a day that is etched into my mind by grief and pain – the day my son, David Glasser, who was a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty.

I am blessed with a great group of family, friends and my Blue Family. I’m learning how to live with only memories of Davey.

It’s not easy.

It doesn’t feel right.

The empty hole in my life is very evident.

But I have no other choice.

I thank God for no regrets and a ton of great memories.

Davey’s birthday is today, November 19th. He would have been 41 years-old. We had so much fun on his birthday every year! His 20th birthday landed on a home Cardinals game – the early years of the Cardinals. We all had a blast tailgating. Beer pong was still an approved activity then so there were lots of ping pong balls flying everywhere. Good times!

November 19th is right before Thanksgiving so it always felt like Davey’s birthday extended into the holiday. He often had an ASU vs UofA Football Watch party the day after Thanksgiving if the big rivalry game was being not being played in town. If the game was in town he was usually tailgating somewhere close to the stadium. Davey loved ASU and he loved the rivalry. He graduated from ASU along with most of our family except we have one Wildcat…..and he loved to razz her about it …constantly 🙂

Everybody would come to Davey’s football parties and we would have a great time laughing and playing all day. Cornhole. Washers. Watching the game. Drinking some Coors Light.

It’s hard now. We miss him. We miss his laugh and his joking and his big smile of delight when he was surrounded by his friends and family.

It’s been over 6 years since I’ve seen his smile in person. I have a re-occurring dream where I see Davey at a distance and I keep following him around trying to talk to him – trying to get him to smile at me. But I can never get close enough.

In my dream Davey looks just like he did in 2016.

My four special grand darlings are all growing taller and are physically changing a lot as they grown up. The rest of us are growing older with more gray hair and wrinkles and age spots.

But Davey will stay forever 34…..

Miss you, Davey.

Love you.

On November 19, 2022November 19, 2022 By Judy GlasserIn When the Worst Happens5 Comments

The Best is Yet to Be

On November 13, 2022 By Judy GlasserIn When the Worst Happens2 Comments

I’ve heard this phrase several times this last couple of weeks – the Best is Yet to Be.

Thinking about my life here on earth, I’ve got to say –

this just doesn’t apply to me.

My ‘best’ here on earth was when my family was whole. It was before my son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016.

Before Davey was killed, I remember feeling so blessed by my husband and two kids and their families. So blessed by my 2 grand darlings at the time – Davey’s kids.

I am still blessed by my husband and my daughter and my four grand darlings. But Davey is missing – and he will always be missing this side of heaven.

My ‘best’ here on earth included Davey.

Don’t get me wrong, I know there are more good times coming my way. I know God has good things in store for me and my family.

My future is bright –

but not as bright as it was before May 18, 2016. A 6’5″ light has gone out in my life.

And he took the ‘best’ times in my life here on earth with him.

Miss you, Davey.

Love you.

A Very Long Season

I am in a very long season.

My son, David Glasser, was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016. My world turned upside down and then crumbled before it exploded. You get the picture. It caused an earthquake in my life that was 10.0 on the Richter scale and the after shocks just keep coming. There has been a domino-effect in all areas of my life these last 6 years and the dominos just keep falling.

The fall-out hasn’t stopped. And now I realize that it never will. My life here on earth will always be missing Davey. Every holiday, his birthday along with every person’s birthday in my family, every family and friend gathering and every anniversary will have a hole – a 6’5″ hole.

Before Davey’s death, I often would write something like “praying that God will give you peace and strength during this season of grief’ on sympathy cards to people who had lost someone they loved. I don’t write that anymore because grief is not a season that will have an end for people like me. Grief is now a permanent part of my life here on earth. I will be feeling the affects of losing Davey until the day I walk into my forever home in heaven, hand in hand with Jesus. Only then will my grieving be over.

I am gradually getting used to the pain and loss of Davey’s death. I’m growing used to watching my hopes and dreams for my life with Davey continue to be blown away in the cruel wind of reality.

I’m getting used to missing Davey.

But that doesn’t stop the tears as my long season of grief continues year after year.

Miss you, Davey.

Love you.

On November 6, 2022 By Judy GlasserIn When the Worst Happens4 Comments

Just One More Time

My son, David Glasser, was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016. And there are days I just don’t want to acknowledge the fact that Davey is gone.

I don’t want to try to find the strength to move forward.

I don’t want to face the issues that I have to deal with as I spend the rest of my life here on earth without Davey.

I don’t want to think about the reality that so many other Blue families and friends go through this same nightmare. Too many.

I don’t want to visit his spot in the cemetery – I want to pretend it doesn’t exist.

I want to hear his laugh. Just one more time.

I want to see him pick up his little daughter and throw her in the air.

I want to see him playing basketball in his backyard with son and hear him coaching Micah on how to improve his shot. Just one more time.

I want to see him playing Cornhole and Washers with his sister and her husband in his big backyard every time they came to visit.

I want to see him in the car with his son picking up his dad so all the guys could go to Home Depot – they went there ALOT.

I want to see him on his riding lawn mover with his hat and his headphones on, rocking out to tunes while he cuts the grass of the lawn he loves so much. Just one more time.

I want to see him sitting on my couch with our minnie-pin puppy stretched over his chest, her head up by his so she can lay there and lick his neck. She had a huge crush on Davey.

I want to hear him talking about which Cardinals away game he and the guys are planning to go to this year.

I want to see him wearing the crazy Cardinals hat I bought him as a joke while he tailgates before the game next Sunday. Just one more time. I want to see his eyes light up as a huge smile spreads across his face when he and his dad light up a cigar out on the green lawn by the Cardinals stadium. Just one more time.

My heart yearns to go back to a time when all these things were possible….. but my brain knows that’s not going to happen.

Miss you so much, Davey.

Love you.

On October 30, 2022August 28, 2023 By Judy GlasserIn When the Worst Happens6 Comments

The Pain of Permanence

On May 18, 2016 my world blew up – thrusting me into a dark, confusing, very sad place. A place of grief. A place I never wanted to go. My son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty.

I have had other people very close to me die – my mother, father and 2 of my brothers.

But this was not the same. Not even close. And I can’t even explain how much worse it has been compared to other deaths in my family.

My first year after Davey was killed was filled with a swirl of emotions. My heart was smashed as the light Davey brought into my life disappeared. My plans and dreams for him were ripped away. I was smacked in the face with situations that were extremely tough. It all hurt. That first year was unbelievably difficult.

I was hoping the second year would be better. People always say that the first year is the worst, don’t they?

But it wasn’t. In the second year, I began to feel the pain of permanence. The reality of life long-term without Davey didn’t seem possible. But it was happening.

And it keeps happening. I have experienced how empty his birthday feels without him 6 times. I know what Christmas and Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are like without Davey.

I feel the heartbreak behind the smiles when we celebrate the birthdays of his children and a very happy and proud father is missing.

There are no words to describe how awful the permanence of this situation feels. It’s impossible. I believe strongly in the goodness of God…..but this doesn’t feel good.

In the months following May 18, 2016, I had no idea how my family and I would find our way back to our normal. Now, 6 1/2 years later, I understand that we will never go back.

That time, that place is gone.

My life – our life – back there is gone.

So we have to move forward – a different life, a new reality, a ‘not normal’ normal.

Sometimes this new place fills my heart with sadness as the unending absoluteness of the situation painfully etches itself onto my soul. Thankfully, God’s light and love often shines through that darkness and the blessings that fill my life today overcome the sadness.

I don’t use the word ‘healing’ in relationship to the grief and loss I’ve experienced from Davey’s death because that sounds like it fades away, becomes a barely visible scar. I don’t think that’s a good description of this journey of survival. Often something will happen that touches a piece of my broken heart and the tears that slide down my face are visible evidence of how much I have lost. I’m gradually getting used to my life without Davey but this broken heart is not going away and it’s not invisible.

In some ways, each new year gets more difficult –

because of the pain of permanence.

Miss you, Davey.

Love you.

On October 23, 2022 By Judy GlasserIn When the Worst Happens4 Comments

It Leaves a Mark

There is a cost.

There is a commitment.

Love leaves a mark.

The cost is being more concerned about another person than you are about yourself. What I want is not the most important thing when I love someone.

Commitment means loving this person even when they are unlovable. Sometimes it means offering help and other times it means drawing boundaries.

Loving someone well takes a lot of energy and patience, wisdom and understanding. Loving people well is a lot of work. And it leaves a mark.

I have discovered that this mark doesn’t go away after someone we love dies. This mark is permanent and never leaves us.

David Glasser, my son, was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016. The mark he left was an unusual kind of love. It was an outspoken love – a love that broke down some of the walls we can set up as adults. He said ‘love you’ often and you knew he meant it by how he included you and had fun with you and was loyal to you. You knew there was a commitment being made when he said ‘love you”, it wasn’t just something he said.

The mark he has left is big. It changed us. Loving each other means more hugs. More caring. Saying it and showing it.

The cost is giving up some of our ‘separateness’ and reaching out to people around us. The cost is taking our eyes off of ourselves long enough to see someone else that needs a hug or a hand. The cost is letting other people love us, knowing that this love will leave a mark. It’s permanent.

The commitment is not giving up even when its tough or strange or even a little weird. Yes, weird. If you’ve been really trying to love others, you know what I mean. The commitment is setting love as a priority and letting other things that we always used to think were important slide down the list.

If I were to draw a picture of the mark Davey has left on us, it would not be a heart. It would be a magic wand. Because love has magical qualities that cannot be explained.

Love transforms us. Love brings light into the darkness. Love soothes pain and sadness and loneliness.

Love like this has changed my world. It can change your’s, too.

Thank you for leaving your mark of love on us, Davey.

Miss you.

Love you.

On October 16, 2022May 25, 2024 By Judy GlasserIn When the Worst Happens2 Comments

Let’s Raise a Toast

Davey was always figuring out how to get a bunch of his friends together and have a good time. He loved people – all kinds of people. Unlike a lot of guys, he had a lot of friends and he kept in touch with them. He was the type of guy that would start talking to people while he’s waiting in the concession line behind them, and, by the time his turn came up, they would all be following each other on social media. He was always aware of other people who didn’t seem to have friends and he would invite them to join his group. Several of you reading this probably experienced this.

David Glasser, my son, was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016. His death had a big impact on our city because his life had a big impact on our city. People from all over the city had met him and knew him. Many of those were police officers and there were also large groups of people who knew him because he was a massive fan of the Cardinals and all ASU sports. There were other sports fans who got to know him on social media and then became his friend. He was born and raised in Phoenix so he had old friends all over the valley whom he kept in touch with.

I love to tell stories that give you an insight into his unique personality and personal style. As you can imagine, Davey liked to have people over and have a good time. So he needed a beer frig, right? He always said beer was supposed to be kept cold – you shouldn’t have it sitting in your pantry or garage. It just didn’t taste right unless it went from the store refrigerator to your refrigerator.

I kept hearing about his beer frig when I would visit Davey and Kristen after they were married. I assumed it was an extra refrigerator stashed somewhere – I don’t usually drink beer so I never used it.

They built a house in Goodyear and I still heard about this beer frig. I never really looked for it until one hot summer day when we were visiting Davey and Kristen, I decided I wanted a beer. And Davey said they were all in the beer frig. So I went out to the garage to look for this beer frig. I had never seen it but I had never actually looked for it.

There was no beer frig in the garage. So I came back in and asked where the beer frig was and my husband told me it was in one of the extra bedrooms. I had not had any reason to go in there so I had never seen it. I thought it was a little strange to have a refrigerator in a bedroom but, they had two extra bedrooms at that time so it made some sense.

I checked out both extra rooms and I didn’t see any refrigerator. Now I’m wondering if they had been playing a joke on me all of these years, just waiting for me to take the bait. (This was just like Davey) Maybe the ‘beer frig’ was actually the back shelf of their refrigerator or something.

I was growing a little perturbed at this point – getting a beer shouldn’t be this hard. So I walked out and said, “Where exactly is this beer frig?” My husband walked me back to one of the bedrooms and pointed to a brown box on the floor next to a pile of other stuff. He opened the door of the tiny brown refrigerator and grabbed a beer for me.

I couldn’t stop laughing!

Davey had saved his teeny refrigerator from college days and that was the famous beer frig I had been hearing about for so many years!

Davey loved a good deal. He was always using coupons and discounts and figuring out how to save a buck. He used a coupon at the restaurant he and his date went to for Senior Prom. He would buy Fry’s gift cards and then use them for his own groceries so that he’d get the double points for gas. He had a coupon on every trip he made to Home Depot.

We now have Davey’s beer frig in our basement next to our wet bar. We had friends over last weekend and they had a good laugh when they saw our ‘beer frig’. It’s over 25 years-old and its still working. Davey would smile if he saw how it is stuffed full of beer and in need of being defrosted – just like the old days. That small brown box brings back many good memories of an amazing young man who loved people – and who made good use of his tiny college refrigerator.

So, remember to raise a toast the next time you pop open a brew in memory of a great man, a loving son, a dedicated police officer and an awesome friend!

Miss you, Davey.

Love you!

On October 9, 2022January 10, 2025 By Judy GlasserIn When the Worst Happens2 Comments

The Bomb

A bomb exploded in my life on May 18, 2016.

My plans were made. I was on a course for my life that had my son’s smile and laughter plastered all over it.

And then the bomb went off – sending my life onto a whole new trajectory. My son, David Glasser, was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on Mary 18, 2016.

That day my life was thrown onto a path I never wanted to be on. None of my former plans fit the journey I am on now.

I know I’m not alone. There is a large group of us who were loving life with Davey when the bomb went off. And now we find ourselves in this other world…..which is darker….and has an obvious empty space,

Don’t tell me time heals all wounds. This mother’s heart is broken and its not healing this side of heaven.

But….

here I am……

Putting Davey’s memorial bracelet on my wrist every morning – missing him, surprised that it’s been over 6 years since he was killed. It feels like yesterday. Except so much has changed.
- Everything has changed.
Blue has become my favorite color because it reminds me of Davey’s commitment to be a great police officer. Many of my house decorations are now blue, my toenails are often blue and I’ve changed my Christmas decorations to mainly blue.
I’ve been retired for over 5 years and my retirement looks drastically different than I thought it was going to look 6 years ago. It’s like I stepped into a different world, a place I would never have chosen.

About 6 months after Davey was killed, I was shopping and saw a small plate with ‘Embrace the Journey’ written on it. I stood in that store in front of this plate for a long time.

Thinking……..

About the tragedy that had smashed my life and the lives of so many people I love.

Thinking about the pain and the grief and the tears.

Now, 6 years later, I think about the awful road we have had to travel. Parts of it have been straight uphill …. but we have traveled it together.

The last words Davey said to all of us were “Love you”.

I think about how that love has drastically changed this journey.

I have learned a lot about loving other people in these last 6 years. I have learned a lot about what’s really important – and what’s not. My heart has grown bigger as I reached out in love to the people moving forward with me on this very bumpy road.

It is definitely a journey.

I am so glad that, standing in the store 6 years ago, I decided to ‘Embrace the Journey’. God has placed me on this extremely tough road for a purpose. He has walked closely beside me so far and I know he will give me strength and peace the rest of the way.

Of course I bought the dish. At the end of each day, I place my wedding ring next to Davey’s memorial bracelet on it. My wedding ring changed after Davey was killed, too. I added blue sapphires to it.

Fallen but never forgotten.

Looking back, some days have been harder than others depending on the roller coaster of emotions the events of the day contained. Sweet memories. Sad losses. One day might have many ups and downs and then the next is filled with gratitude for 34 years with Davey. Each day I am reminded of my commitment to Embrace this Journey.

One day at a time.

Miss you, Davey.

Love you.

On October 2, 2022 By Judy GlasserIn When the Worst Happens5 Comments

Choose a Path

When tragedy strikes, we are forced to choose a path.

When my son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty, each of us affected by it were forced to choose a path.

When the sun came up on May 19, 2016 and Davey was dead, I had a decision to make.

Was I going to choose a path of bitterness? Would I be defined as a victim of what was done to me for the rest of my life? Would my life get stuck on this event?

Or would I choose life? Would I figure out how to move forward? Would I deal with the tears and the grief and the hole in my life in light of the fact that I am still here? God obviously has a purpose for keeping me here.

When tragedy strikes, we are forced to choose. Each day we make a choice. The good news is, if we make a wrong choice one day, we can change it the next. We have this choice each day until that day of our final breath.

My decision was very easy when I thought of what Davey would want me to do. He loved life. He loved people. He loved God. And he lived his life full speed ahead. He was snorkeling in Cozumel in this picture with his wife just a few months before he was killed.

There is no question about which choice would honor his legacy. There is no doubt what he would say if I had the chance to ask.

He would say live life to its fullest. Love people. Love God. Never stop growing and giving and having fun. Live a life of no regrets. Forgive and move on so you can avoid bitterness and a victim mentality. Value integrity and honor. Make your life count by caring for and helping others.