








If you have had a child die, you know that it is one of the worst things that can happen to you. For some of us it is definitely THE worst thing that could ever happen to us.
After years of working at facing my fears, I realized quite awhile ago that the only fear I had left was that something bad would happen to one of my children. A couple of years after that realization, my daughter was diagnosed with cancer. It changed her life but it was caught early and there have been no more signs of cancer.
I thought that was enough. That was my fear coming true and it was a tough, scary time.
I didn’t know a tsunami that far exceeded anything I was afraid of was building up steam and heading my way. It hit on May 18, 2016 when my son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer, was killed in the line of duty as he was responding to a robbery call. The waves of grief and anger and pain roared over my life – foaming, surging and destroying. They violently ripped away any expectations I had for today and totally decimated my dreams for tomorrow.
The waves roared all night and grew stronger in the darkness.
But they were most painful in the daylight when I could see the desolation they had left.
The holes. The emptiness. The loss. My two fatherless grandchildren.
This storm left my ‘stuff’ but took my son. And I would give everything I own for one more hour with Davey.
What I would do to see his smile. Hear his laughter. And his jokes. And one more ‘love you’.
Surviving the worst has taken away all of my fears. Because fearing that something bad would happen did not change the facts about the bad things that happened to my children.
My prayer for all of us who have experienced the worst is that we will find courage in knowing we have survived. I pray that we will act on that courage because we survived for a purpose. And I pray that we will set aside our useless fears so we can make the time we have left on this planet count. Because our time is short – often much shorter than we know.
Davey would be extremely proud of the David Glasser Foundation which was created to continue his fight against violence and crime. He would love the reality of all of us working together to push back the darkness – one step at a time. We are not stuck on yesterday, afraid that something else that’s bad is going to happen today or tomorrow. It probably will – our fears will not stop it. But our actions might.
With courage and conviction, we are moving forward, continuing Davey’s battle and making it our own.
The challenge I give everyone today is to figure out how to be a part of the fight for what’s right.
May God give all of us the courage we need to do our part in helping to make that happen.
Miss you, Davey.
Judy Glasser
Surviving Mother of
Officer David Glasser
Phoenix Police Department
EOW 5/19/2016
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