We packed up the car and headed to my parent’s house for the holidays. We had everything that was really important with us: the family, my laptop, the kids’ medicine. It was a good thing, too, because our home was broken into on Christmas Eve, and we were robbed.
Our neighbor, who knew that we were out of town, saw that our front door and garage door were open. She called the police and a family friend. When they did a walkthrough of the house, they discovered that it had been completely ransacked. Everything was pulled out of our drawers. Our bed was torn apart. My husband, who came home for work while the kids and I planned to stay until New Year’s with my parents, said that the house was “ugly”. He took pictures and waited while the police dusted for prints. The kids and I cut our trip short and headed home. The house looked lovely. This is because my wonderful husband stayed up until 3:00 in the morning two nights in a row, cleaning and putting things back in order so we wouldn’t be frightened by the carnage. I sneaked a peek at the pictures he took before cleaning, and yes, the kids would have been terrified. Both my husband and I were deeply saddened by some of the sentimental things that were taken. We were also cheered that minimal damage occurred, and especially that nobody was home at the time. We realize how blessed we are.
I feel violated. I feel angry. I feel sad and I feel unsafe in my own home. But I also feel encouraged by the outpouring of love that we received. People showed up to help clean the mess. Friends offered to rekey our house or board things up until we made it home. My father packed a broom, a bucket, and a mop before loading us in the car and driving us the seven long hours to our house.
While I cried about losing my late grandmother’s jewelery and a dear friend’s dog tags, I’m comforted to know that while there are creeps in the world, there are also lovely, lovely people who won’t stand for that kind of appalling behavior. While one or two people managed to shake our security and effectively ruin our day, many more dear hearts gathered together and tried their very best to put us to rights. Thank you for that. Thank you for letting me vent and offering your support and love. I think you are all wonderful. I think those who are with us are more than those who are with them.