Burglarized, Chapter Five

Labor Day arrived and I’ve started to get phone calls from a few of my neighbors. After our home was burglarized, I went knocking on doors and left my business card at every house where no one was home. The stories I’m hearing are painting a nice picture...

Burglarized, Chapter Four

The deputies filled out paperwork on a Friday and shortly thereafter, I knocked on every door on my street. I gathered names and phone numbers and met some really nice people. My youngest son was concerned for me – knocking on doors. He said, in effect,...

Burglarized, Chapter Three

By now I’ve managed to sleep, fitfully, in my own bed. The thought of someone wandering through my house, touching my things, lingering in my bedroom…it defies description. My husband made a custom deterrent for each of the windows except the ones ten feet...

Burglarized, Chapter Two

Fingerprint dust really is as black as sin and police officers really are just like us. After our home was burglarized we provided serial numbers and photos. Day One of this event seemed longer than necessary. My anger continued to simmer late into the night. Neither...

Burglarized, Chapter One

If there are stages of grief, there must surely be stages for this. Disbelief, frustration, rage and then something unlike anything I’ve ever known. Our home was burglarized in September of 2015. The thief forced a window open and came inside. Most of what they...

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