








June 4, 2006 started out as a great, sunny Sunday in Denver, Colorado. I had been selected to be a baseball umpire for the state high school
all-star game, which was played at Coors Field, home of the Colorado Rockies. I was excited about this opportunity.
Meanwhile, in the small town of El Rito, New Mexico, my son James and his family were celebrating his 8-year-old daughter’s first Holy Communion with a Mass and barbecue. James went to work afterwards, a swing shift that was to end at 10:00 p.m. He had completed his last call around 10:15, but was asked to respond to a shooting victim at the hospital in Espanola, about 15 miles away.
The two-lane highway between the two towns is dark and winding, and as James made a long, sweeping right turn, his patrol car struck a dead cow in the roadway, causing the car to roll and flip for over 900 feet. James was thrown from the vehicle into the other lane. An oncoming vehicle traveling the opposite way struck James, thus ending his short life.
Several members of our family attended National Police Week in May 2007, and I attended my first Parents Retreat that October. At the time of James’ death, I was single and did not have a significant other, so I really didn’t have anyone I could talk to about my feelings. I am the oldest child in my family, and my own parents were devastated at losing their first-born grandchild. I felt I had to be strong for everyone else’s sake.
At that Parents Retreat in October 2007, with the help of many other surviving parents, particularly other dads, I finally found a safe place to express my grief and begin to process all of my emotions. I have attended several more Parents Retreats, and also became a member of the Colorado C.O.P.S. Chapter, serving on the Board for seven years.
I am now married to a beautiful southern belle, and have been living in South Carolina and Tennessee. We will soon be settling in Tennessee, and I look forward to getting back to being an active member of C.O.P.S., helping other survivors just as I was helped in my darkest times.
Donnie Archuleta
Surviving Father of Patrolman James Archuleta
New Mexico Department of Public Safety
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