I Began to Grieve

On 4/2/1994, I started a new life when you gave me away to my future husband. Little did I know that a year and about 4 months later, my world would get turned upside down.
On 8/28/1995, my brother Michael Grant Miller, was killed in a helicopter accident near Bixby Oklahoma while on duty. When the helicopter accident broke through on the television, I was admitting our Mother to the hospital. My heart broke for the family, as the news footage showed emergency crew working on the person. Little did I know that it was my brother until approximately 2 hours later when I got the call at the hospital from my sister.
Denial came first, then the next 3 days all I could do is cry. Soon I started pushing my pain to the side and attempted to just not think about my loss. I have 3 other siblings and we never discussed our feelings. Especially about our brother, Michael. Which made it easier not to deal with my feelings, but never allowed me to grieve the loss of my brother.
I knew about the C.O.P.S. Siblings Retreat but to me, it was not for me. However, 19 years later after the death of Michael, I finally attended the Retreat. I didn’t know what to expect. You could say that I was overwhelmed by all the siblings of Fallen Heroes that wanted to hug and love on me. I cried so hard like Michael’s death was just the day before I arrived to the Retreat. This is when my true grieving started and I knew the healing process would start. I am in a better place with the help of my C.O.P.S. Siblings, Mental Health Professionals and Staff Members. My heart will never be the same because I have lost my oldest brother, but he did leave me one of the greatest gift and that is, a huge family of siblings.
Mitzi Jenkins
Surviving Sibling of
Investigator Michael Miller
US Dept. of the Interior (AZ)
EOW 8/28/1995
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