Watching my husband walk out the door the next morning felt like being hit with a ton of bricks.
The tears didn't start until after he left, but it was in that moment that I realized the statistic of everyone coming home safe for over 20 years no longer applied. I had lost the mental safety net I had used for seven years to calm myself when I felt stress about his job. I felt completely alone and helpless. I reached out to the few other police spouses I knew, and reconnected with the wives group.
The days that followed were a blur of hanging blue ribbons around the city, while trying to maintain a work schedule. Calls and messages received from friends and family all said, “How is your husband doing?” While I understood the concern for his well-being, I wondered why no one asked about me. Officers are surrounded by people who are dealing with similar feelings, while the spouses are at home or work around people who do not understand the impact of watching someone else live their worst nightmare.
The emotions experienced after the line-of-duty death of an officer in my agency were a complete shock. The feelings of fear and sadness are met with guilt because logically you should be grateful that your husband came home. Everyone focusing on your spouse and not asking about you confirms the guilt and sense that it is wrong and selfish to be thinking about yourself during this time.
The wives group arranged a meeting to get information about the regimental funeral. There were a lot of tears shed in that room as we all tried to deal with the loss, and our own feelings, in the presence of the only people who understood what we were experiencing. During the meeting there was mention of the family assistance program and how to access counseling. I chose not to use the services of a professional but there were a number of wives who did utilize the service to talk to a psychologist.