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Burglarized, Final Chapter
It's been three years since our home was burglarized. I no longer think about replacing what was taken. We have replaced every window in the house. These are more secure and there are no iron bars for "decoration". These glass panes are energy efficient, but they will...
Burglarized, Chapter Nine
Shorter days and falling leaves are both a vivid reminder that the holiday season is fast approaching. It's been twenty days since our house was burglarized. It's getting easier to leave the house unattended. However; my life has changed. My husband and I have have...
Burglarized, Chapter Eight
The bond hearing was uneventful. Everyone I met at the detention center was polite and friendly. My purse was locked in my car, but my cell phone had to be handed over. The nice man with a uniform waved that wand thing over me; felt a little strange. They probably...
Burglarized, Chapter Seven
It's been about ten days since our home was burglarized. Leaving my house with no one here to keep an eye on things has been a struggle. The queasy stomach has slowly passed but I still get very upset when I talk about it. When will I be at peace in a place that I...
Burglarized, Chapter Six
We went to the Wednesday night Bible study and then we came home. I checked all the windows again. No home invasion today. Every time I come back to this place after being gone, I have to check for another robbery. I couldn't leave for church this evening without...
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 and I'm...
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, "It's not...
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 off the...
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 took...
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