Have you every seen "The Wall"?  It's in Washington, D.C.
My deputy husband was killed May 1983; I joined C.O.P.S. (Concerns Of Police Survivors) in January 1986; went to D.C. to a C.O.P.S. get-together with a bunch of other law enforcement widows, for a week, in May 1986 {the get-together had classes on how to cope with our loss}; on one of those days, we ladies took a little walk to see "The Wall"; and.....I couldn't. 
I froze when I saw the dark wall. 
I could not read any of the names but I could see lighter areas on "The Wall" that represented letters of the alphabet.  I'm sure there were numbers on it, too.
All I did was cry.  Not only did I cry......I was sobbing.  And deeply.  I couldn't stop.
I went back to my motel room and stayed there until we left for home.  I didn't even get to attend any of the seminars that they said would teach me how to cope.  It didn't even seem so important after I saw "The Wall".
It's also "National Peace Officer's Memorial Week".  I fly a blue ribbon for C.O.P.S.  My heart is sad and full - - all at once.