








The first year we attended National Police Week in Washington, DC., I was raw, frazzled, worn-out, emotional, avoiding at all costs all the “reality”, chasing a 7-year-old boy, and being chastised by my 16-year-old daughter. My husband, a Virginia State Trooper, died during dive training on September 14, 2010. It was May 2011, and I was struggling, my family was struggling. I was doing the best I could to put one foot in front of the other.
In 2012 I sent my daughter to Outward Bound, thankful to get her out of the house for a week. She came back a changed person. The life skills she learned that week and the validation she received from her peers was extraordinary.
A few months later she and I were talking and was I crying about her brother and questioning myself and decisions I was making in raising a young man. Her exact words to me were “Mom, I have no doubt that you are doing amazing, and I know you need to get him to C.O.P.S. Kids Camp. All the kids I met in Outward Bound spoke so highly about going and the friendships they had were bonds that have no words.” She then assured me that most of the kids she met were being raised by their moms, and they were awesome.
It took me three and a half years to participate in programs through Concerns of Police Survivors. My son and I attended our first COPS Kids Camp in the summer of 2013. It was there that we formed friendships, created bonds, and found family.
Walking to the field that week, we were holding hands and I said, “I’m sorry it took me so long to get here.” And, my son, responded “It’s okay Mom, you weren’t ready.”
I registered for Spouses Retreat that same September and came home with more friendships, a network of “family” that not only understood where I was coming from …they truly “got it”!
We have networks of support, a family that is always there and bonds that have no words.
Tanya Barrett,
Surviving Spouse of
Trooper Mark D. Barrett
Virginia Dept. of State Police
EOW 9/14/2010
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