Thank you for taking the time to read Charlie's story. I started this page because I wanted to honor Charlie and the sacrifice he made for his community but I also wanted to share who he was as a person, not just a cop.
I wanted to share the life we had with our family, friends, community, and brothers and sisters in blue so that his name never fell silent. I owe him that.
Over the last few years, I had to find a way to deal with my loss and the roller coaster ride my life was taking me on. I realized I had to let some things go and teach myself to move forward instead of moving on. I wanted to find something positive after Charlie’s sacrifice, and I desperately wanted to keep his memory alive. So on bad days that were filled with tears, anger, and grief, I started to write.
Writing became my outlet. Reading my own words seemed to help me when I needed to be reminded of how far I had come. I can call myself a survivor now, but I’m also okay being called Charlie’s wife or widow. I have accepted all three of those words as a description of the new me.
I’m still learning how to handle grief and the constant change it brings because it will always be a part of this new life I didn't ask for.
After three long years of being mad at God and feeling broken, I have accepted the challenge of finding a good balance for myself and getting back on my feet. I'm no longer mad at God, and I am still a little broken, but I'm moving forward in MY OWN time.