Thursday, August 2, 2012

Snapshots of Last August


I just realized, when I logged on to this, that I haven’t posted on this blog since last year. 

I have unfortunately been rehashing a lot of what happened last year.  Part of me wants to completely forget, but that shouldn’t happen.  What helps me is sharing my thoughts and feelings.  So today, this blog will turn into a journal.  Some of the moments I write about are a bit vivid, but it’s part of the process for me.  This is how I felt a year ago.  To give you perspective, I considered myself a friend to both Ryan and Nick, but I wasn’t a close friend.  I was in the same social circles, and enjoyed spending time with them, but I wouldn’t be a friend they called on a weekly basis.  But we were connected. Why? Because of who we are, and what we do.  If you consider them onions, I'm probably a mid-level layer.  That being said, I miss them both terribly.
It was hard to write this out, because I went through a lot of painful memories, but it was also cleansing in a way.  It is how I felt in 2011.  In many ways, it's how I still feel when I think back to what happened.

Last year many people asked me (and many others) "How are you doing?"  My answer was usually quick and negative - "Not well.  My friends were murdered."  I almost immediately apologized, because the person was asking the question out of care and concern.  But I couldn't answer in detail about how I was doing.  I have never been so sick of crying.

So here's my long answer to the question.  Here are my snapshots.

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Today is the one year anniversary of the death of my friend, Ryan McCandless.  Another friend, Nick Armstrong, succumbed to his injuries on August 6th.  Obviously, I have been thinking of their murders a lot lately, as today’s date approaches.  This last weekend, as I was going through my thoughts (which I do when I’m stressed), I realized that I recall much of last August in snapshots.  Looking back on each of these “snapshots,” I further realized that I can learn a lot about these photographs in my mind. 

Snapshot #1 – I was leaving work and turned on 106.3 on my radio.  While at the intersection of Kansas City Street and 5th Street, the radio announcer asked citizens of Rapid City not to go to the area of Maple and Anamosa due to a shooting.  They quickly updated it and said an officer (as in one) has been shot.  My world froze.  My husband was working a patrol shift and many times ends up at the same calls as RCPD officers.  I quickly dialed Dustin’s number and he answered after one ring.  Not letting me speak, he simply stated, “It wasn’t me. I am okay, but I have to go.  I love you. Please call my mom and let her know I’m okay.”  On my way to EJ’s daycare, I thanked God that my husband was okay.

Snapshot #2 – As I was driving past Rapid City Regional Hospital minutes later, I realized that even though I was saying a prayer of thanks, I likely had a friend who did not get the same response to a  frantic phone call.  That I likely had a friend that was in the first few steps of her own worst nightmare.  At that point, the news over the radio was that one officer was shot.  I stopped thanking God that my husband was okay, and started crying selfish tears.  I felt some horrible guilt that I was rejoicing in my husband’s safety while somebody else did not have that luxury.  I called my mother-in-law after my tears stopped and let her know that the news will be reporting an officer shooting, but that Dustin was not in danger and was safe.

Snapshot #3 – After having picked up EJ, I was driving home and my cell phone rang.  I was in the condo neighborhood minutes from my house.  Tracey Decker was on the other line, and she told me to pull my vehicle over.  She told me that she knew who the victims were.  Victims?  But I thought there was only one!  She quickly told me that Ryan McCandless was dead, and that Tim Doyle and Nick Armstrong had been seriously injured.  Oh my God…Kristi’s nightmare.  I just started sobbing.  I managed to drive home and I remember looking back at my son, who at 11 months old looked so concerned over his mother being so sad. 

Snapshot #4 – I managed to get EJ in the house and remember putting him in his high chair and giving him some cheerios.  I called my mother and squeaked out, “Will you please come over here?  I don’t think I can be a good mother right now.”  I felt so stupid for even saying that and my tears started flowing again.  My mother was over at my house in minutes.  She told me to take as much time as I needed.

Snapshot #5 – I got into my car and called Tessa LaHaie.  I offered to pick her up and take her to the hospital, since I knew she wouldn’t be able to drive herself.  She agreed and I headed out to the Valley.

Snapshot #6 – I was just getting on to Elk Vale Road and I realized Dustin Calhoun, a good friend of Nick Armstrong, was in Virginia and likely had no idea what was going on.  I immediately called him.  He answered his phone and in a high pitched voice asked me if I knew who had been shot.  I started crying and told him Ryan had died.  I also told him that Nick had been seriously injured, and that it didn’t look good.  I told him to get home.  There are many things we shouldn’t have to go through in life, and listening to Dustin’s tears is one thing I never want to hear again.  It is one of the most vivid memories I have in all these snapshots.  I don’t say that to draw attention to his reaction, or to make him feel bad.  That’s my reality.  I had to break some horrible news to him and I had to hear him break down.  It tore my heart up.  On one hand, I am glad that he heard the news from a friend, and not from the media.  On the other hand, and this is selfish of me, I wish I didn’t have to hear his response.  I can’t imagine hearing that your best friend may die, and being hours away from them. 

Snapshot #7 – After picking Tessa up at her house, we showed up at Rapid City Regional Hospital.  I remember hearing the chaplains draw together a game plan on how to handle everything.  I remember Corey (the head chaplain) asking another chaplain to go to Dispatch and offer support.  I remember hugging Jason LaHaie.  I remember finding out that Kristi was in Michigan for her sister’s wedding.  I remember seeing too many grown men crying like children.  I remember feeling useless.  I remember sitting there watching officers, deputies and troopers trickle in the ER waiting room.

Blank Spot – I don’t remember what happened between waiting at the ER and ending up in the ICU waiting area on the second floor of the hospital.  I have been racking my brain and I don’t remember anything.  Did I go straight up there?  Did I get food?  At what point did I go down to the Public Safety Building?  I remember that…kind of.

Snapshot #8 – I remember waiting in the hallway with at least 40 other law enforcement officers and their families and friends waiting for Nick to get out of surgery.  I remember nurses rolling Nick out and into the ICU.  He didn’t look like himself.  I told him to keep fighting and then Janet Hedrick hugged me.  At that point, I needed to be near my husband. I needed to hug him.

Snapshot #9 -  I remember getting home and my mother leaving around 9:00pm.  My son had been asleep for a few hours.  My mother asked if I wanted her to stay with me, and I said no.  I was so exhausted.  She left and about an hour and a half later, my husband walked into the house.  I just remember us both crying and crying together.  Neither of us slept well that night.

Snapshot #10 – This really was more of a string of photographs.  I was told three separate times that Nick Armstrong had passed away.  Each time, I cried like it was the first time.  After the second time, I had this overwhelming urge to see him.  I wanted to let him know that I thought he was an amazing person.  The first time I tried to visit him, I wasn’t able to.  The second time, I waited in the hallway.  I remember speaking with his aunt about when I first met him, and how his smile was infectious.  I remember telling her about being in Calhoun’s wedding with him, and how he was nervous about speaking at the reception.  Nick’s aunt is a great person.  I don’t remember her name, but I do remember her face.  Such kindness.  I remember holding Nick’s hand and quietly telling him about how I wanted him to prove the doctors wrong and get better.  I remember telling him that he is an amazing officer, and the community needed him back on the streets.  I remember, after being done talking to Nick, showing his mom Kim a picture in the room of Calhoun’s wedding, and pointing out my husband in the background.  I remember wanting to hug Kim but not doing it because everything was so overwhelming.

Snapshot #11 – I remember being in the 3rd floor conference room at the Public Safety Building with a large group of law enforcement wives who wanted to do something.  Anything.  With military precision, we split into groups that would fundraise, that would cook, that would clean and that would do what needed to be done.  I am honored to still be involved with this amazing group of women.  A group whose members made sure the officers , troopers and deputies were doing okay.  A group who had members that started the Heroes Wear Blue shirts.  A group that made sure there were blue ribbons on everything not moving between the funeral home and the Civic Center when the funeral processions took place.  One of the strongest groups of women in the world.  Period.

Snapshot #12 – Knowing I was going to the funeral home to visit Ryan, I thought it would be nice to get some bagels for the officers standing watch.  So I went into Black Hills Bagels.  I must have looked emotional, and the lady behind the register asked me if I was okay.  I told her what I was getting, and before I knew it, I had three dozen bagels and a bunch of cream cheese shoved into my hands.  “Come back as much as you need to and don’t pay us a dime.”  I insisted on paying for my own bagel and cream cheese.  They accepted my money and then put it into the tip jar instead.  That was the first of many moments I recall of how amazing this community was to law enforcement in the weeks after the shooting.

Snapshot #13 – Speaking of strong women, there isn’t anything stronger that I have EVER witnessed than watching Kristi Johnson step out of a vehicle and climb up onto the wagon carrying Ryan from Kansas City Street/5th Street to the Civic Center.  She looked beautiful and she simply brushed the tears from her eyes before trying to smile.  If you know Kristi, then you know she has such an amazing smile.  I couldn’t believe that she did that.  I couldn’t do that.  Such strength and class.

Snapshot #14 – Almost immediately after witnessing that, I remember turning and seeing Arnie Laubach from the Public Defender’s Office standing near me.  I said hello and with anger in his voice, Arnie simply stated, “This is such bullshit.  The officers in our community treat my clients better than I treat them. Rapid City has great officers.”  I never thanked him for saying that, because I didn’t want to start crying.  Our local law enforcement is often treated horribly, and what happened last August should not have occurred.  I have a lot of respect for Arnie for not only showing up to support, but speaking the truth. 

Snapshot #15 – Ryan’s memorial for friends and family brought the first smile to my face in about a week.  It was an amazing time of story time and sharing.  Ryan was funny.  Ryan loved Kristi a ton.  Ryan loved being a law enforcement officer.  Ryan was an amazing officer.  Ryan also loved teasing his friends and cracking jokes.  He had such a brilliant sense of humor.  He could go toe to toe with the best of us smart alecks.  Whenever I had to subpoena him for a motion to suppress or another evidentiary hearing, I would wait for him to come into my office and ask which defense attorney doesn’t know the law.  Half the time, Ryan would tell me the case before I even did research.  I miss seeing him in my office.

Snapshot #16 – I remember being at Nick’s memorial for friends and family and thinking that he was so much younger than Ryan, even though there were only a few years difference between the two.  While sitting at Nick’s private service, I thought about when I met him for the first time.  He was a patrol officer with the Spearfish Police Department.  He was coming down to Rapid City and meeting up with Calhouns and I to watch some bands at the Heritage Festival.  I remember Dustin Calhoun telling me there was a guy he wanted me to meet.  Moments later, I see this cadet-looking little kid bounding towards us.  Calhoun tried to match me up with a teenager.  I remember laughing out loud at the memorial when I thought about this, and then having to awkwardly apologize to those around me.  That same bounding, happy face came at me a few years later, but this time in the uniform of the Rapid City Police Department.  Nick was so excited to be back in his hometown.  He truly loved our community, and loved keeping us all safe.  His smile and his infectious personality reminded me of a Labrador puppy.  He bounded instead of walked when he was excited.  He wouldn’t say a bad word about anybody INCLUDING people he saw day to day as a Street Crimes Officer. 

Snapshot #17 – I remember leaving Nick’s public memorial quickly so we could get to the cemetery.  I am glad we did that.  It was overwhelming to see the number of law enforcement vehicles and officers in the line of cars.  I heard that the beginning of the line was at the cemetery on Sheridan Lake Road before the last vehicle left the civic center.  I remember seeing members of the community standing at attention as Nick went by.  I remember seeing SCU officers wiping away tears as they slowly rode their bikes behind the truck carrying Nick.  I remember looking at the vehicles to see which ones drove the longest.  Vehicles from agencies located in different parts of the country.  Vehicles that made the drive because they needed to be here for their fallen brothers.

Snapshot #18 – the entire week after the shootings, I remember being terrified for my husband to go to work.  I knew that saying that to him wouldn’t make his job easier, so I kept my mouth shut.  I remember not being able to sleep one night and calling him.  Once he got on the phone, I didn’t know what to say other than “I love you.” I remember him telling me that he was okay, and that he would see me in a few hours.  I never once mentioned that I didn’t want him working, but he knew why I called.  And it wasn’t that I wanted him to stop what he did.  I just wanted to know he would be home safe.  The reality is that officers have a safer job than farmers and roofers…but their wives don’t beg them to stay home.  It was something I had to remind myself a lot of during those first few weeks.

Snapshot #19 – I didn’t find out until almost a week later than my husband was at the scene very early on.  That is how much it affected him, and others that got there around the same time.  They did not want to talk about it.  But we did eventually talk about it. We talked about his struggle that day of having to stay alert during his job, while realizing that his friend was dying.  We talked about how to go through the grieving process while having to keep the community safe. 

Snapshot #20 – About two weeks later, I was covering a hearing in juvenile court.  During the hearing, I remember finding out the juvenile ran in the same circle as the shooter.  I remember breaking down and feeling so unprofessional.  I couldn’t stop crying.  The judge was great about it.  The Court Services Officer as well. 

There are many other things that happened last August.  Some of them I kind of remember, and some I have forgotten.  These snapshots I’ve shared are the ones that stick out the most in my memory. 

So how have I changed?  Looking back at what I just typed, you would think that I spiraled down.  Last August is a month that many of us wish could be erased.  Last August sucked.  Period.  But as an eternal optimist, I must always find the silver lining.  So here you go:

·         Rapid City is an amazing community.  Citizens are (overall) kind, and they show respect and support for law enforcement.  I continue to be honored to work for this community, and I am glad I live here. 

·         Nick Armstrong’s passion for organ donation has motivated many of us to make sure we’re organ donors.  He saved lives well past the time his life on earth ended.

·         That officers, deputies and troopers continued to perform their duties with class, regardless of who they encountered…including people that said things in support of the shooter.  How is this a silver lining?  Look at how law enforcement responded in the situation.  The agencies that protect this County are filled with amazing people.  That is a silver-lining.

·         That a scholarship in Ryan’s name will continue to help people find the passion and education for law enforcement that Ryan had as an officer. 

·         I am an active member in the FOP Wives Club.  I love being in an organization of women who are the foundation of the law enforcement community.  Together, I believe we can do anything, and because of this group, many things were taken care of in the weeks after the shooting. 

·         I am proud to be the wife of a law enforcement officer, and I am proud to work with law enforcement officers. 

·         Seeing the Heroes Wear Blue shirts, no matter what day, makes my heart happy.  Because each shirt, no matter who is wearing it, is a sign of support for what my husband does, and what many of my friends do.  I am honored to be surrounded by these amazing sheep dogs. (If you don’t get that reference, I swear it’s a good thing J )

The wicked man flees though no one pursues, but the righteous are as bold as a lion – Proverbs 28:1

Stay safe out there.  God Bless everybody today.


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