So it’s been a rather dramatic weekend.
Things are still a bit chaotic here so I’ll save the long story for when I can tell it with all it’s gory and amusing details.
Short story is:
We still have 16 people living in the house.
We enjoyed an awesome family reunion with 50+ other relatives in a nearby town.
Came home to find our house completely ransacked and robbed. Lost all our computers and all the guitars in the house. All Papa’s prescription meds. My jewelry box was floating in the toilet…empty.
Oh my dear it was a sight.
We have rallied today to try to get our wits about us. But there have been moments.
All feeling a bit vulnerable.
And I’ve been so sad. So sad that my kids feel scared. So sad for the people who find themselves so wounded that this is how they fill their days.
Don’t they know it’s so much more fun to be kind? And respectful. And generous.
I wish they did.
And we’ll recover here.