People like to remind me that it’s not about the stuff.
I know that. I’m grateful, beyond words, that it was juststuff.
But I suspect that the people who are so quick to say that have never actually had their homes turned upside by burglars, known gang members, when they dared to leave the house for just one hour.
They probably haven’t walked into a three year old boy’s bedroom to find that drawers were searched, toy baskets turned over, and about thirty dollars stolen. Each of those dollars sent by a grandparent on the other side of the country.
They probably haven’t walked into a five year old girl’s bedroom to find that drawers were searched, the same amount of money was stolen, and little girl necklaces (purchased by another grandparent on the other side of the country) were stolen.
And they probably never had to see their own bedrooms in a complete state of disarray with almost everything stolen…including a ring, worthless to anyone else but priceless to me, that belonged to my father. My last little piece of him that I could wear whenever it felt right. A little piece that I could pass on to my daughter…so that she would have something that belonged to the grandfather she never met. Gone. Forever.
No, I suspect that most people haven’t had to pick up these pieces and just move forward.
And I know in my heart that it is not at allabout the stuff…
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One weekend, when I was in high school, my parents and brother went out of town, and I stayed over (sanctioned) at a friend’s house. She and I stopped by to water the plants, and discovered that my home had been broken into.
They took the silver flatware and all my mother’s jewelry (she kept it at home because she wore it regularly), but they left cameras, electronic equipment, and cash.
No one was hurt. That does not make it a victimless crime, because there is no such thing.
You are absolutely right. It’s just stuff. But it’s not about the stuff.
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Just such a violation of your heart ….
So sorry dear friend. Memories sustain us, but sometimes little things we need to see and hold and touch bring us closer. So very sorry for your loss.
I get it, I really do.
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