Dave has been so enmeshed with what is going on with his sister lately... and understandably so. This has just drained him as he tries to make sense of a situation that just doesn't make any sense at all...and probably never will. Plain and simple....Cancer sucks.
As though that wasn't enough, he went home from work last night to find that his home had been broken into. His kitchen window had been forced open as a point of entry for the robber/robbers.
Strangely, with all of his computers, stereo, tv's, and even credit cards that are around his house...it seemed that the person who broke in simply left with his digital camera and its supplies and left the other, more valuable items, alone.
That is, until this morning when Dave found that they had taken his little box of coins and other memorabilia that were worth their weight in gold to him. This little metal "safe" of sorts held years and years of memories for Dave and it broke my heart to know that someone out there had taken this. You can't put a price on these precious gifts from family members that he has collected through the years...especially the ones from people who are no longer around.
Just the idea of knowing that some strange person/persons were in his home when he wasn't....it gives one such a feeling of being violated. His drawers were left open and in disarray and there were other obvious signs of someone rushing around looking for what they wanted. Money for drugs? Just a thrill? Why?!
Dave did report this to the police and gave them all of the necessary information. Ironically, he gets very absorbed in the crime shows on television...you know, the real ones...the court stories of real situations and real people. So, today he is using some of that knowledge to try and figure out exactly what happened to his home and who might have done it. He told me that he is going to call the local coin shops to find out if any of his coins have been brought in to be sold. Dave is very diligent and always makes lists of things for future reference. I have teased him about this list keeping before....but, not anymore. He knows exactly what was taken from that little tin "safe".
I know this type of thing happens to people every day all over the world, but when it happens to someone you are close to, it really "hits home"...in more ways than one.
I'm so sorry, Dave.
1 comment:
Oh, how horribly violating. My home has never been burglarized, but my car was broken into and I've had my purse swiped off of my shoulders in NYC twice. That was bad enough. Poor Dave. And, I can completely empathize with the loss of his coin collection. I, too, collect coins. Most of them probably aren't worth much in gold, but to me they're priceless.
Sending prayers of peace to Dave for everything that he is going through.
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