








My middle brother was a force to be reckoned with. He was crazy smart, a fierce believer in standing behind what you believe in and dang funny. His smile travelled around the world the day of his funeral in 2016. Jason caused ripples; from the time he could walk and talk anyone or thing he met had a place in his fold.
Jason wasn't just my brother; he was my human. Jason was my ground, my sound advice, the person that never judged me for who I was or choices I made. He taught us to fight, to love fiercely, to be kind to survive....so I thought. Surviving his death destroyed me; half of me was gone. No notice, no goodbyes, just gone. Gone were his hugs, his advice, his kindness. Jason left a gap not only in my life, but everyone he came into contact with. We will never "get over" his loss, but what we can do is survive. Jason's death caused a ripple; that ripple didn't really register with me until this last year.
Over the last several years I've forced myself to step out of my comfort zone and attend C.O.P.S. Siblings Retreat. This year, my 4th year was the first time I didn't feel anxious about attending, I was counting down the days. The connections I have made with other siblings has kept me going. They are an extension of my family who supports me 100%, but these sib connections are different, THEY GET IT, and I love them all with all my heart.
Create a ripple, don't walk this grief journey alone. Reach out, there is someone out there who knows what you are working through. Be the change, we continue to remember Jason daily through fundraising, helping those in need, being kind humans and creating a ripple.
National C.O.P.S has so many opportunities, you can connect with others and/or counselors, plus they have such an amazing staff. Reach out to your local chapter, mine has helped me along the way. Don't do this alone.
Jenn Hovanic
Surviving Sibling of
Sergeant Jason Goodding
Seaside (OR) Police Department
EOW 2/5/2016
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