It’s well deserved.

It’s all deserved.

It was great to celebrate with the award winners at the Phoenix Police Departments “Pride in Our Heroes” Awards Ceremony this last week.  The stories that were shared showed unbelievable courage and honor and sacrifice.

One story was of police officers grabbing the firemen’s hose to make a path into a burning house where there was a shooter holding a family hostage.  True story.

Another story was of a unit which took on the challenge of tracking down and identifying a serial killer in Phoenix.  It took almost a year of commitment and teamwork and extra effort to put this man in jail.  He’s off the streets!  A huge high five to the Thin Blue Line!

The officers who were on the scene of my son, David Glasser’s shooting were given the Medal of Valor.  The fire fighters who were on the scene along with the dispatcher who handled the call were also recognized.  Because of their courage and quick action, Davey’s wish to be an organ donor was made possible.  The heart of my hero is still beating.

We weren’t told all of the stories.   There are thousands more we’ll never hear.  We know that officers do their jobs with courage, honor and sacrifice every day and they don’t all get a medal on a ribbon.

But we all win when our Thin Blue Line is recognized and celebrated.  We all win when their stories of courage, honor and sacrifice are highlighted and rewarded.

These are our brothers and sisters in Blue.  They will say “It’s just my job” and then amaze us with the super hero things they do.  We are very proud of our Thin Blue Line heroes!

Their courage cannot be taken lightly.  Our law enforcement officers put themselves in danger to help keep our community safe every day.  Another story we heard was of an officer who noticed a car moving through a red light into an intersection with no driver.  She put on her lights and drove next to the car to get it safely through the intersection and then pulled in front of it – letting it ram the back of her vehicle to stop it.  The driver was found unconscious in the front seat, was brought the hospital and made a full recovery.  No one was hurt.

Their honor cannot be taken lightly.  Our law enforcement officers care and they face all kinds of dangers to keep evil off of our streets.  We heard a story about an officer who had a gun pointed at his face and the criminal pressed the trigger.  Miraculously, the gun malfunctioned and didn’t fire.  That criminal is in jail.   Our Thin Blue Line does these things for us all the time to keep us safe and get the bad guys off the streets.

Their sacrifice cannot be taken lightly.  There was a long list of officers who received an award because of the pain and issues they have dealt with from being seriously injured on the job.  The evening ended with the good news that the Phoenix Police Department had no deaths in the line of duty last year.  Amen!  And we all remembered our fallen officers by watching a video of the historical markers around Phoenix depicting their place of death.

Tears rolled down my face as I thought of the families and friends of all of these officers who have been killed in the line of duty here in Phoenix.  We have personal knowledge of the huge sacrifice our Thin Blue Line faces each day.

Davey’s was the last historical marker on the video.  Almost two years ago.

Miss you, Davey.

#8144loveyou.

Losing my son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer, in a line of duty death was a tragedy.

Many people wonder if anything good can come from such evil.  I don’t wonder – God has actually brought several good things out of the loss of my son.  One of them is the gift of clarity for those of us who are left behind.

What’s important?  With all the choices I have with how to spend my time and money, what should I choose?

In my blog last week, I wrote about good choices.  Loving God and loving others – nothing is more important.  Believe me – this became crystal clear when my world exploded.

Bad choices also became crystal clear.   Some of the ways people choose to spend what is possibly their last day on earth are so worthless and petty.

• picking on other people – what they say, how they dress, what they drive, where they work.
• pushing their way in front of others – on the freeway, in the parking lot, in the grocery store line.
• saying mean and ugly things about people on social media – unbelievable!

That’s enough.  You know it.  You could write the rest of the list for me.

None of this stuff matters.  None of it contributes to what is good in this world.  None of it helps – it only hurts.

I have trouble even writing about the bad stuff people do because then I’m focusing on it and there’s so much of it and my mind starts going down that road of disappointment and negativity.

So I turn my thoughts to what is right and good and worth it in our world.

I pray for all of us, Father God, that you would open our eyes to how important it is to spend the little time we have on this earth wisely.  I pray that you will make our hearts wide open to love you and love others.  Please shine your light into our lives.  Bring boatloads of love and kindness into our lives so we can share it with others.  Through you all things are possible.  Thank you, Father, for the gift of clarity.

The gift of clarity.

My world blew up on May 18, 2016 when my son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty.  My hopes and dreams crumbled into a pile of painful pieces and everything changed.

Nothing has been the same since that day.  So much grief, so many tears, such a huge hole.

But, as so many things were lost and stripped away, one thing became crystal clear.

My time on earth is very short.  I am not guaranteed tomorrow.  The people I love may not be here tomorrow.

I need to have my priorities straight.  I need to understand what is most important and make sure I’m living to make the most of each day.

The gift of clarity.

God comes first.  He is my Rock and his love for me is the only thing that didn’t shake on May 18, 2016.  He has been my constant companion as hurt and questions and confusion and change have swirled around in my life these last two years.  I don’t need to understand, I just need to trust him.  He’s got this.

Next –  loving other people.  God tells us to love him and to love others for a reason.  God and people are the only things that really count.  All the other things – money, success, houses, stuff – is temporary and just not that important.   People are important.

Love is important.  Davey’s legacy of ‘Love you’ has drastically changed my life these last 2 years – saying it to others and having it said to me.  Before Davey’s death my ‘love you’s’ were reserved for only those closest to me.  After his death, I realized that its important to love all of the people around me and they need to hear to it.  So I speak love a thousand times more I ever did before.  I say it and write it to crowds of people who would have never heard those words from me.  And I mean it.  I want the best for you.  I care about you.  I want to contribute to the love in your world because you’re important.

Hearing ‘love you’ from so many of you has been a game-changer for me.  I didn’t realize how much of a difference it has made until I went to Washington, DC last year and met with a group of other mothers who had all lost their police officer sons in the line of duty.  I shared the grief and loss with them.  But I never experienced the dark and hostile place filled with anger and bitterness that many of them were in.  I’m very glad about that – it was hard to even be in the same room with all of it.  I give thanks to God for helping me avoid that negativity and I also give a lot of credit to ‘Love you”.

It’s hard to be negative when you’re surrounded by love.

It’s hard to be bitter when people all around you are telling you they love you.

It’s hard to be angry when you’re focused on loving others and being loved in return.

I am so grateful that Davey gave us ‘Love you”.  It’s a God thing – God knew it would help us not only survive these last 2 years but also thrive.  We have loved each other well and it has changed everything.

The gift of clarity.

What is important?

What should I spend my time doing?

What should I spend my money doing?

I am sharing this gift of clarity with you today because today may be my last day.  It may be your’s.

Let’s spend it wisely.

Love you!

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Death.  Loss.  Serious illness.  Tragedy.

When it happens to someone we know, we often don’t know what to say.   We need to say something – it has to be acknowledged or it feels really wrong – the elephant in the room.

We should think about what we’re going to say ahead of time.

I know.  Many people have said weird or not-helpful things while trying to be nice to me since my son, David Glasser, who was a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016.

When tragedy blew my life apart, many of the people I spoke to afterwards would say ‘So sorry for your loss.”  I used to think that this sounded unoriginal and trite but, after experiencing some of the other things people say, I realize it’s a good option.  When you say this, you are recognizing my loss and sharing an emotion.   I say it myself now.   Actually, I often just say “I’m so sorry” to someone who has just had a loss or tragedy.  They know what I’m referring to – it’s all they can think about.

There are other things people say which can actually hurt – poking at my bruises.  Some days whatever people say doesn’t bother me and other days……….. saying things like these can make a dark day worse:

“There’s always a reason.”  Really?   Am I supposed to be glad he’s gone because there’s a reason?  I should stop crying because it’s all working out great now?

“Time heals all wounds.” Really?  All of this pain and grief is going to go away?   It’s going to turn into a scar that doesn’t hurt anymore?  I  personally think ‘heal’ is the wrong word to use with loss and grief.

“He’s in a better place.”  My head knows that.  My heart has been shattered into a million pieces and it aches a little bit more when you remind me that he’s not here with us, with me.

What should we say?

The best advice I have read is in the Bible – Romans 12:15b –

“Weep with those who weep”.

Weep with us.

Weep with me.

Let your heart break for those who are heart-broken.

Hold tightly onto anyone is who is lost in pain and grief.

Give us grace when we are not gracious.

Forgive us when the anger boils over.

Be patient with us when our frustration shows.

Understand that it’s hard to focus sometimes when the emptiness is overwhelming.

Don’t ask us to let you know if there’s anything you can do – if there’s something you want to do, just do it.

Don’t tell us about a different tragedy – your’s or someone else’s.  We are struggling to deal with our own.

Don’t give us advice unless we ask for it.

You really don’t have to say much.

Just love us unconditionally, no matter how we respond.

And weep with us.

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“It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped.  Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance”.  Robert F Kennedy

Standing for an ideal.

Acting to improve the lot of others.

Striking out against injustice.

Our Blue family knows how to do these things very well.  The Thin Blue Line leads the way each day in causing ripples that are building a current.

‘ In valor there is hope’

Our Blue Family often uses this quote from an ancient Roman historian.  It’s included on this print that I ordered from the National Law Enforcement Memorial Fund.

I think Robert Kennedy’s quote helps to explain where this hope comes from.  It comes from each act that is done to improve the lot of others.  Hope is built on each instance when someone strikes out against injustice.  A new spark of hope is lit every time someone stands up for an ideal or the truth.

Our Law Enforcement Officers know how this feels.  Davey knew very well how this felt – he committed his life to it.  And the David Glasser Foundation is continuing the work he began.

In valor there is hope.

And that hope is created by thousands of ripples made by you and by me every day which builds into a current that can change the world.

Be a ripple.

#8144loveyou

Becoming a person of good character and honor and integrity begins very early.

Becoming a person who knows right from wrong and choosing to do what is right begins when our babies start sitting up by themselves and moving around by themselves.  Learning how to hold themselves accountable for their own actions starts this early as well.

Becoming a person who respects others and is respectable starts before they are 2 when they learn to take care of other kid’s toys and not to smear their dirty hands all over everything.

Becoming a person who commits their life to being part of the solution, not part of the problem, in our community begins when they are a tiny tot who learns how to share their favorite toys – putting other people before themselves.

It begins very early.

What might be kind of cute when a 2 year-old  does it becomes obnoxious in a 6 year-old, leads to problems when a 12 year-old does it and jail-time when a 16 year old does it.  The wrong path also starts very early.

My son, David Glasser, was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016.  He was a man of good character, honor, integrity and respect.  He knew right from wrong and he committed his life to being one of the good guys – part of the solution, not part of the problem.

All of that started when he was a little guy, learning how to walk.  It didn’t start when he went to school, it didn’t start when he went to college or when he became a police officer.  It started before he learned to talk.

Have you read the story of Balaam’s talking donkey in the Bible?  It was one of Davey’s favorite stories (along with David and Goliath for obvious reasons).  As he got older, we had such great discussions about why the donkey could see the angel of God but Balaam couldn’t.  And then God made the donkey talk!  How can God make a donkey talk?  It’s not a problem for the Creator of the Universe.  Davey’s faith and understanding of the truth was formed through children’s Bible stories.  God fed his mind and soul while we fed his growing body.

The children’s stories are great and the adult stories are even better.  The Bible is full of examples of men and women who fought for justice and led the way for others.  It also has great examples of men and women who realized they messed up and how they got right with God and those they hurt.

It takes a village to raise a child

Have you heard that it takes a village to raise a child?  It’s been true in my life.  And, as parents, we have to make a decision about which village is going to help raise our child.  Are we going to let our children be primarily influenced by our neighborhood?   No way would we have chosen our neighborhood – there was a significant lack of character and respect in many of the families who lived around us when our children were small.

And we couldn’t choose our family as their village since we had no family living in the area except for my mother who came here every winter.   Grandparents can be a very important part of a child’s village if they live close.

For us, the members of our church became our family and our children’s village.  It was a place where they were loved and taught the truth.  It was a place where they were nurtured and cared for by people other than ourselves.  Some of their best friends were at church.  Davey met Kristen at church camp when they were 10 years-old.

We need to pick our villages carefully.

Because the right path – or the wrong path – begins very early.

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I have trouble going into a police station.

Because I find myself looking for him.

My son, David Glasser, was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty May 19, 2016.  And whenever I get around a group of people wearing police uniforms, I get distracted.  I start looking over the crowd for him.

He was 6’5″ so his head would pop out of any crowd.  He was very easy to find.

He used to be very easy to find.

Now I look but I can’t find him.

My head knows that Davey is with his Father God.   He is not at the police station.  He is not at the cemetery.  He’s not on this earth anymore.  My head knows that.

But my heart is still looking for him.  There’s a piece of my heart that he owns – he will always own this piece.  It’s his.

And when something in my life pokes this spot, tears run out.

But this piece is also full of love and great memories.  Its filled with laughter and good times.    Its full of pride for the little boy who was a good friend and had a ton of friends.  And that pride grew as Davey became a man who was a good friend and had a ton of friends.

This part of my heart is also filled with peace because Davey was a man of genuine faith who fulfilled his purpose here on earth before going home.

This piece of my heart is full of gratitude to my Father God for giving us 34 years with Davey.   They were years filled with family and fun and adventures.  We didn’t put off to tomorrow what we could do today – so happy about that.  His father and I were able to become especially close to Davey and his family his last 5 years on earth when we moved closer to them.  We didn’t know then how short our time was with him but we know it now and we are soooooo thankful for those precious years.

We moved recently so, on Law Enforcement Appreciation Day, we bought several dozen of the Thin Blue Line Donuts and brought them to the police precinct closest to our new home.  We introduced ourselves to police officers in our new precinct and, of course, they offered any help we may need.

As we talked, I realized that my eyes were starting to wander.

They were gazing over the heads of the police officers I was talking to.

They were looking for a head that always stuck out of every crowd.

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Its been 20 months since my son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty.

20 very tough months.

Sometimes it feels like 20 years and other times it feels like 20 days.

One of the things that sticks out of the fog of grief and heartache and trials that has followed his death is the outpouring of love and support we have received from so many people – people we know and others that we have never met.  Some pretty big and amazing things have come our way along with a lot of small things which have come at just the right moment.

The amount of support itself has carried us through some very dark valleys and its great to know that its continuing because I know there are more dark periods ahead.  It is truly awesome how each person or group has given us a piece of their heart and it all adds up to a huge mountain of support and love.

It all matters.

Recently, Kristen asked me if I wanted the sign in this picture.  It had been at the memorial site in Laveen close to where Davey was killed.   I’ve seen pictures of the memorial but I missed seeing it in person because, by the time I got out there, it was all cleared away.  So, yes, I wanted this sign.   I mounted it on a wall in my garage along with some of the other outside memorial items I have been given and I park my car in front of it.

I had never seen what was written on the back until now.    “Your family is in our prayers.” If you know Veronica Montenieri, please tell her I see this sign several times a day and it reminds me of  the crowds of people who have prayed for us and are continuing to pray for us.  It reminds me that my Father God is in control and he loves us and he wants the best for us.  It reminds me that the Thin Blue Line is committed to serve and protect all lives.

All lives matter.

And each show of love and care and support matters.  All of you have done a great job and its continuing.

This experience has taught me what can happen if each of us does what we can.  There are very few of us who can hand someone who just experienced a tragedy a 6-figure check but all of us can do something to show our support and love.  Veronica made a sign for Davey’s memorial in her neighborhood and this sign blesses me every day.

Thank you, Veronica.

Thank you to each and every one of you for all of your prayers and love and support.

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There are days when the darkness is very evident, where the hole is very big and I can’t think of any reason why anyone would be laughing.

My son is dead.

David Glasser was a Phoenix Police Officer who was killed in the line of duty on May 19, 2016.  He’s dead.

How can anybody be laughing about anything?

My brain knew on May 19th that, somehow, I was going to have to live the rest of my life here on earth without my son.  My brain knows that God has a purpose for me and that’s why I’m still here.  My brain knows that our family and friends are gradually finding a ‘new normal’ that only includes memories of Davey.  My brain knows that we all have to figure out how to move forward – making the most of each hour because we never know when our time here on earth is done.  My brain knows that loving each other and having fun and laughing are all important parts of our lives.

But there are times when my heart wonders why anyone is laughing.  If you’ve had a tragic loss in your life, you can probably relate.

There are times when my heart can’t look past the fog of loss and emptiness of missing Davey.  My heart looks at pictures of my grandchildren from 2 years ago and says, ‘this is when they still had a father.’  When my heart gets focused on the hole in our lives, I relive the pain of May 19, 2016.  Part of my world ended that day.  And it sometimes makes me think –  how can anyone laugh?

Yes, I know laughter is good for us.  Don’t get me wrong, I like to laugh and have a good time so don’t stop laughing around me.  Davey loved to laugh and he loved making us laugh.  He always had clever and funny comments about things that happened – he had a very quick mind. He would want us to enjoy life and have a great time.  It’s important.  Life is short.

But …… there are times….. when each laugh is shooting an arrow into my broken and hurting heart.

And I wonder – why is anyone laughing?

#8144loveyou

#fallenbutnotforgotten

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 19, 2016.  The mark he left was an unusual kind of love.  It was an outspoken love – a love that broke some boundaries that 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.  The potential of his mark is huge.  We have already started discovering that potential by continuing his work in breaking down some boundaries we have as adults in loving each other.  More hugs.  More caring.  Saying it and showing it.

The cost is giving up some of our ‘separateness’ and actually caring for 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 others love us, knowing that this love will leave a mark.  It will change us.

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 changes things.  Love brings light into the darkness.  Love soothes pain and sadness and loneliness.

Love can change the world.

Davey’s love has left a mark on us.   What are we doing with it?

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