A Thought: The Euless Police Department Awards Banquet

Last week, my family and I traveled to Texas to spend time with Dave’s love, friends and colleagues at the Euless PD Awards Banquet. It’s always unexpected to me how much it helps my soul to be around those who loved and respected Dave most. People who have that link to Dave offer a comforting place from which to experience the range of emotions we go through everyday as we somehow try to reach a “new normal” without him.

The awards banquet was tough but also beautiful. We even met and heard about the actions of people who we didn’t even know had been involved in the tragic events following Dave’s loss. It seems to me that hundreds of people provided their assistance — besides the obvious, officers, EMT, hospital staff, nurses, doctors and more, there were so many businesses, organizations, and city administrators who made sure everything ran smoothly, or who donated their services. Our family had no clue, for the most part.

So, just to really make sure we say it again: THANK YOU.

And, thank you, most of all to everyone who loved and continues to love Dave.

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A Thought: 8 Months Gone

Today marks the 8th month since that horrible day. I don’t know about anyone else, but it seems like I’ve been in a time-warp. 8 months?! How is that even possible?! The words fail me today, so I will leave you with some of Dave’s own words.

Back when we moved to NYC, and both Dave’s and my English was pretty poor (I was 14, Dave was 11), we entered a beautiful school in Brooklyn Heights that allows students to pursue whatever interests they can dream up. Dave decided he wanted to give pottery a try. Well, due to a little language mix-up, what he saw in the course listing turned out to be POETRY not pottery – a big surprise on that first day of class. Regardless, Dave must have liked it, because he ended up staying in that poetry class from 5th grade all the way through High School.

Dave wrote many, many poems during that time that we recently rediscovered. Dave kept his writing to himself, so I hesitate a bit to share this. But, just as Dave was good at getting me out of my comfort zone, I was good at doing the same for him. In his thoughts about fragility and impermanence, I see March 1st.

The trees were shaking.
Then I hear thunder.
I looked outside again.
Now the trees were shaking even more.
It was a scary sight, something so
Powerful, so big, so strong.
And yet, shaken up so easily.
Crack…
Or should I say,
Broken so easily.

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I think the poem may be from beginning of high school — so around the time of this photo

In Memory: 06/13/16

Dear Police station. Thank you for all of the thing for help for making us be safe. thank you for teaching us safty rules at schools and doing traffic on schools thank you very much
Love, Gabby

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In Memory: 06/09/16

Dear, Euless Police Department
Thank you for helping our world and our community, thank you because you are keeping us safe from pepole and stragers. and other pepole but my mom and dad arnt relly stanges because  I know them relly well and my friends Thank you.
Thank you! polices
~ Ruhi

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In Memory: 06/07/16

Dear eluss police Department,
Why did you give me that Sticker? I don’t know why you gave me the sticker. You should come to my school and say hi. Do you have a police dog?

Thank you saety rules