Break InPosted: November 18, 2013
On Friday morning, Mea and I packed ourselves up, and left for work/school like we do every other work/school day. Locked the doors, scampered out to the car, running around like usual.
Friday night was the Father-Daughter dance at school. Mea was so excited. She and her Daddy had color coordinated their outfits, they were going to eat and dance with her friends. As we pulled in the driveway and walked to the front door she was yammering at me about all of these things.
I stopped at the mail box, pulled the mail out of the box, and opened the screen door.
I found the front door wide open. In a bit of shock I stepped in and noticed our “technology basket” in the middle of the floor tipped on its side and empty. I looked up and noticed that the sliding door to the back porch was standing open, looked further still and could see where the door to the back porch stood slightly ajar with splintered wood all around where the door had been forced open.
I started to panic, I pulled out my cell and called 911. They told me to take Mea and go wait in the car. When my husband came home, he said that he and Mea were still going to the dance, and that we needed to get in and get her ready to go. I made sure that no one touched anything, I took the first look into my bedroom.
All of the dresser drawers were pulled out and dumped on the floor. Clothes were everywhere, they had been through my closet and had pulled all of my purses out and searched through them all.
All of my jewelry, with exception of the things I was wearing, and a few pairs of earrings is gone.
My husband’s diamond wedding band, is gone.
All of Mack’s baby jewelry is gone.
All of our watches.
Four of my Coach bags.
Two Coach wallets.
Two camera’s and our video camera.
Two bottles of cologne, and two bottles of brand new perfume.
A box with Mea’s “Nana necklace” in it.
I don’t even know what else. I am finding odds and ends that are missing here and there with each day that passes.
I am starting to feel like the universe is out to get me.
I am serious.
We have insurance. I keep trying to tell myself that it is just stuff.
But that stuff was mine.
And so many things had memories attached to them.
I am just sick.
My great great grandmother’s cameo. It is little. It is probably of no value what-so-ever, but all of us have worn it pinned to the inside of our wedding dresses as our “something old.” My guess is that it is in a dumpster somewhere. Which makes me even sicker.
Now we will have to find something to replace it.
I was pleasantly surprised by a few things on our insurance, but it seems like it’s going to take a lot of work to prove that I owned this stuff for twenty-plus years.
I am just glad we were not home.
I am also pleased to tell you all that we are the proud owners of a security system. I hate that it is something that we feel that we “have to” have, I also have decided that as soon as it is economically possible that we will be moving.