We Can't Live In The Bad

We all dread that phone call that happens in the middle of the night. Ours occurred on August 11, 2002, when we received a call letting us know that my brother, Detroit Police Officer Scott Stewart, was shot on duty. When we arrived at the hospital, we learned that he had been shot in the back of the head and there was no brain activity. Without a doubt, that was my family’s worst day. Within hours, two wonderful people from Michigan Concerns of Police Survivors were in my parents’ kitchen. I remember meeting surviving family members of officers killed in the line of duty all week. That day changed the course of my life.
The next year, in 2003, I attended my first Siblings Retreat. I met people who are now some of my best friends. I met two counselors who helped me more than they know. I live a life filled with amazing people, because my brother was killed in the line of duty. That’s how he would want me to live my life. He would want me to live a full and happy life. I can do that because of Concerns of Police Survivors.
I believe that good can come from bad. We can’t live in the bad, we have to live in the good. It took me awhile to get there. My brother died 20 years ago next week. I found my good life in 2015. I became a board member for MI-C.O.P.S. and became a cyclist. Who knew in my late forties, I would start to ride a bike again. Let me tell you, that first ride on my brand new shiny road bike was scary. I could only ride 10 minutes without feeling tired. When I felt I wanted to stop, my brother’s face popped in my head. He didn’t have the choice to ride, so I had to. I became the president of MI-C.O.P.S. and helped families. I also met a group of officers who would help me heal even more. They became the brothers that I had lost. NO, they did not replace my brother, who I think of every day. But they did become brothers and true friends.
The Michigan Police Unity Team gave me a reason to keep riding. To keep honoring not only my brother, but all officers. Soon, we started a Michigan ride called the Thin Blue Shoreline Memorial Ride. We honor the Michigan officers who have given their lives to protect their communities. We make sure those officers are never forgotten. Not only do we honor those officers, but we also raise money to help their families. I am so proud of the ride that we started and the awareness and money that we have raised. This is good that came from the bad.
I have also realized through my journey, mostly because of my work with C.O.P.S. and my cycling, that there are survivors that we need to help. I have made it my mission to help.
They say that the sibling survivor is the forgotten survivor. Everyone asks us how our parents are doing, how the wife is doing, how the children are doing. They never ask how we are doing. With that being said, the true forgotten survivor is the co-worker. The pain in their eyes as they tell their story. The co-workers who are the first on the scene, the ones who convey our officer’s body to the hospital, the ones who do CPR, the ones who can not get to the scene fast enough. Then they are the ones who live with the guilt, who drink more on the EOW, who silently suffer because they can’t talk about it. I have looked into those eyes and felt the pain and worried about them taking their lives. I am using my story to plead with you to get help, to at least one time attend the Co-workers Retreat. This is a safe place where you will make lifelong friends, you will have the opportunity to speak to counselors who know what you are going through. It is a place where you will walk into a room and realize YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
What can I do to help you get there? Create good from bad.
Andrea Arrington
Surviving Sister of
Officer Scott Stewart
Detroit Police Department (MI)
EOW 08/11/2002
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