Advisory: Please note that this post is about the Pulse nightclub massacre on June 12, 2016. It contains sensitive and difficult to read content.
Myra Brazell is a social worker. She grew up with in a family that was very service oriented. Her father was in the service and on holiday’s there were always younger airmen who were invited into the home. Her father is a 60 year Mason, and a 50 year Shriner. Those fraternal organizations are very service oriented. Her mother is an Eastern Star affiliated with the masonic family and service oriented. She grew up in the mindset of serving others.
A suicide prevention coordinator position opened in the Orlando Veterans Administration. She started in 2009. She had worked with children earlier in her career and the new position was more intense involving all ages. She now has clients who are children and adults. There is a crisis line so she handles those as well. Originally she had a grant to go into the community with police as a mental health professional to help police decide if someone should be placed on an involuntary psychiatric hold, known as a Baker Act. She would also offer services on the spot to help with a less restrictive environment.
On June 11, 2016, the day before the Pulse Nightclub shooting, she was in Panama City with her grand children. She was driving on I-75 when her phone started blowing up. She works closely with the LGBT program manager. Suicide is a major issue in the LGBT community. She attends the come out with pride walk each year and keeps a table. She attends the trans gender day of remembrance each year. She is also on the directors 50 which is the disaster response team at the VA.
A call that day deployed her to the Beardall Center. She got to the Beardall about 4:30 after her long drive on I-75. Others had been there all day. Inside the center there was controlled chaos. No one group seemed to be in charge. She started walking around and listened. If she heard someone in distress, she would talk to them. She got tissues, got water, cried with people, hugged them. She tried to meet them where they were. No one is going to take the news of this type of disaster well.
About 6:30 they started to do death notifications at homes. She stayed through the night. She rode in the back seat of a police car and drove to homes. She said nothing. Her roll was to watch and provide support.
In one house the man was all alone. He had lost a brother. He kept asking the police man to check with the morgue. He might have seen a white shirt, but was it a white shirt with a pattern? Then he needed to know what the socks looked like. There were four calls to the morgue. The person had already been positively identified with a drivers license in his pocket. They were empathetic, kind and professional. They understood this man’s need to know. Most of his family was gathered and waiting for more family to fly in from Puerto Rico. They stayed with him for an hour to be sure he was alright.
She went to three notifications that night.
The families banded together. They were there for one another. It was such a privilege to be there.