One year ago today, at about this very minute, Riley and I walked outside to go for a walk. When we returned, a mere 30 minutes later, I opened the front door to an overwhelming smell of perfume and an immediate sense that something was wrong. And I was right, because in the time we were gone we were robbed. Most likely two (if not more) people came in, went through my bedroom, my underwear drawer, my jewelry box, my closet and left with so much. So many memories and irreplaceable items like my mother-in-law's engagement ring. One item that is/was truly priceless. And so many other things like jewelry I made, worth nothing to another person, pictures that were in my jewelry box, meaningful jewelry given to me by Dave on my birthday, our anniversaries, my wedding band, a watch I gave him on our wedding day. And of course took my sense of security at home, which only recently has started to return. It took me months, literally six if not more, before I stopped checking to make sure no one was inside when I returned home alone.
So on this anniversary, one year later, I don't want to celebrate anything. Rather, I'd love to give the finger to the people who did it. Who managed to come in and so quickly take so much from me, all while I was walking my dog. A big F-you to them on our special day!
And now we return to our regularly scheduled programming - a update on poor Riley...
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