I Didn't Think I Would Laugh Again

I didn’t think I would laugh again. I couldn’t laugh. I was mad. Not like I laughed with him. He was a goof and knew how to make us laugh. I thought it was so unfair for me to enjoy life without him. I was really mad. On August 1, 2011, my little brother, Missouri State Trooper Frederick F Guthrie Jr, and his K-9 Reed died in the line of duty while patrolling the Missouri River flooding. He was patrolling to protect the community's residents. He was there to keep watch. But who was there to protect him? I was really mad. Teresa called. They can’t find Fred. My first thought was he is out walking Reed, exploring the banks of the flood, anything - never in my wildest dreams did I think that he was gone. He was the Ultimate River Warrior! We all searched for him. We just knew he would reappear, or come back. That didn’t happen. Reed, Fred’s K-9, surfaced two days after the search, but it took many more days to find Fred. The hardest is not knowing. Wondering. How did it happen? Why did it happen? It was a horrible flood. I couldn’t be around any type of running water without hearing the rushing of the flood waters, without remembering those days. I was mad.
Enter Concerns of Police Survivors and EMDR. It was so hard for me not to feel guilty when Fred died, for I hardly laughed anymore. I actually didn’t find my true belly laugh again until I attended my first Siblings Retreat. I couldn’t be around any type of running water without hearing the rushing of the flood waters, without remembering those days. I missed his calls at 5 a.m., his big voice when he entered a room, his singing off tune - so much to remember and so much to miss. Concerns of Police Survivors introduced me to a family of other survivors that not only showed me that I would be ok, but that I could still hurt, cry, get angry, miss him, but there was another side to grieving - that was healing. And with that came a group, a family, that welcomed me with no rules; they took all my baggage, good and bad. C.O.P.S. taught me how to navigate my life without my little brother, yet still remember and honor him. Don’t let someone talk you out of connecting with this organization; don’t let someone tell you, “it’s not for everyone.” It is for everyone! Peer support is the most effective form of healing. You can never have too many family members.
I am not mad anymore. My brother believed in God, family, and the community he swore to serve and protect. He believed in the goodness of people, and if they were not good, he had a way of seeing the good in them. He served our community and served it well. His reputation spread over many miles and counties. He was funny yet serious, kind yet stern when needed, and wherever he went, he made a friend. He was a great law enforcement officer - people liked him, and he could make friends out of enemies. He was just a good person. He was a HERO, but he was so much more to me.
Thank you, C.O.P.S., for not giving up on me!!
Wendy Viers
Surviving Sibling of
Trooper Frederick Guthrie Jr.
Missouri State Highway Patrol
EOW 8/1/2011
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