I was at work and patients were waiting their turn. Just me and them. It was ackward as we all sat quitely. Then I decided to break the silence to help pass the time. I clicked on the pandora station and the Beatles song came on the scene. An elderly patient started tapping her foot and singing along happily….
A letter to the man that knew us and robbed us..
The worst part of the robbery is that we let you in. We let you our lives and in our hearts. We let you in our home and in our family. We gave you our trust. When the trust faltered we gave you unconditional love and a chance to make it right. You tricked us into believing in you because we wanted to. We gave you support and aid and care. Little did we know you took and took and took. The fact that you broke our hearts and trust in the end is emotional and shocking and will heal over time. I have never really experienced this before and it has shook me to my core. To think that you felt entitled to go through my personal space and just take what you wanted from people that you said you cared about is mind boggling to me. I don’t know that I will ever be quite the same.
You stole my peace and my trust in people for a short time but I will get it back because that’s how I am. You stole my Moms wedding ring. She left it in my care. She is in an assisted living dealing with disease. The ring she had on her finger when she married my father. The ring she had on her hand when I was born. Years later when it no longer fit over her arthritic knuckle I would still look at it in the jewelry box with wonder. The ring I would like to pass on to my daughter if I ever get it back.
You stole my high school graduation ring. It was gold with tiny diamonds. No I don’t wear it anymore. Yes, it sat in my jewelry box.. You don’t have a clue what its story is or what it may mean to me. If Iwant to pass it down or if it takes me back to a younger time when I occasionally look at it. That wasn’t enough, you still needed more money. So, you took my first wedding ring to my first husband of my 3 children. Yes, I got a divorce. I have moved on. I no longer wear this ring. But I wore this ring through all the years of raising my children and this ring means something to them because that is the ring I wore when Mommy did everything for them. My daughter is heartbroken she loved that ring. Through the years I got a nice ruby ring and sapphire ring. I even got a solid gold ring with the letters CTR on it which ironically means “choose the right”. You took them too.
Still , I guess we hadn’t helped you enough when we offered you food and to eat with us. We gave you rides to work and someone to talk to when you were sad.
When my grandmother died she left me some money so Since my first wedding ring no longer fit, Knuckles like mom I guess, I put the money toward a white gold ring with a lovely square diamond. I felt this way I wouldn’t just squander the money away and it would mean something. But I guess you figured it didn’t really mean much when you pawned it with the others.
My second marriage to my husband now came along and money was tight at the time. But I sure loved the simple gold ring with a pretty marquise diamond that he put on my finger. That one wasn’t with the others in the Jewelry box so you really must have felt it was ok to take a harder look around. After all, it wasn’t on my finger so it must be yours to take?
I sit and type this letter after visiting the first pawn shop tonight with the police officer and after they took you away in cuffs. In the pawn shop the man poured the rings he had in your name out of an envelope to identify. When I saw my Mom’s wedding ring fall out on the desk it was the weirdest feeling. I started to shake and finally to cry. Along with it was my high school ring and my current wedding rings engagement band. But where is the other half with my diamond? Well they are evidence now. The pawn shop man put them back in the vault and I had to walk away. Apparently I get the great deal of buying them back at the price they gave you for them because law says they are a victim too, or i can wait maybe up to a year as we work it out in court for the charges of felony you are facing. I’ll see you there. At least I will eventually have my mom’s ring again. Tomorrow I will go to two more shops where you apparently took my things. I am crossing my fingers for more special rings there because I learned at one pawn shop a couple of the rings you took in have already been melted down and they are gone. I saw my flute I had been hanging on to from junior high. No biggie, just kinda weird to see it there and know you were in my closet.
Apparently my son’s wake board is at the pawn in your name. He was selling it anyway he really needed the money. I guess you needed it more though. My daughters long board is there too. Just whatever you felt might get you some dough, I guess. To be truthful I don’t know just how much you took. It kinda makes me feel unsafe and strange.
It wasn’t easy to call the police on you it was scary actually and has been quite exhausting. I’m not a good liar like you so I had to avoid you at all costs today so as not to give it away till they got here. They told me to because you might run. I watched as they cuffed you and lowered you into the back seat of the cop car. I guess I better visit all the neighbors today and explain, Now you face a felony and I face you in court.
I want to look in your eyes and ask how you could do this to us? I wanted to ask tonight, how you could do this to someone that was kind to you, that shared their home with you. To people you said you loved that were helping you get through. I sat on the porch waiting for the opportunity to possibly approach you when you were walking out with the officers. I wanted to do it then. I felt that would be good for you. To have to face us in that position to be accountable for what you did. The officer said sitting on the porch watching probably wasn’t appropriate and made us come inside.
I don’t understand that. I think it is completely appropriate for you to be accountable in front of us, to learn every lesson you can. What I don’t think is appropriate is that you were in my home, in my bedroom, in my armoire, my Jewelry box, my bathroom, my spare room and the storage unit behind my house. That you used my ladder to check even the top shelf of my storage unit so you didn’t miss anything that might be good to pawn. Ya, I don’t think that is appropriate. I do think it’s appropriate for you to see us, seeing you, being held accountable for what you did.
In my heart I hope you will get help for this and I will work on forgiveness. I will see you in court and no more in my home.
We were visiting Laguna beach area for the first time and fell In love with it. As we were walking down to the art studio where my daughter just recently got to put her art we passed this house. It makes my heart sing to see Porches pots, and succulents, oh my ! I love quaint cozy spaces and color ! I see why artist love it there, my creative juices ran wild. I love my #Cannon but I wanted to travel light this time so I used my #Iphone7+ as we walked some of the paths I paused to take pictures of the succulent and flowers. I picked 3 flowers shown in this bottom pic and smashed them in a book turning them into the art project in my previous post. Other than that I promise I left the other flowers to grow and bloom for everyone else to enjoy ! My daughter in heaven by her art at the studio #mysticarts 🙏❤️The big beautiful ocean shots I got that look like a postcard . No editing required . I want to go back to my salty adventure
We walked down the path to the beach again and rather than take my #cannon I took my Iphone along for the convenience of my #Iphone7+ camera. Which I love! I was focusing in on a picture and my phone died. I about threw myself in the sand and had a tantrum. I guess the universe decided I wasn’t being present enough. It was a tough time. I missed a large rock with green algae sitting on the beige sand with the big blue sea in the back ground. A sail boat, just a neutral colored sail boat in the distance slowly moving along against the pale blue sky. I missed shots of a wonderful bird, the biggest waves I’ve ever seen at high tide and bunnies, live bunnies, munching on grass on the trail. There was a man singing and playing his guitar to a small group. Telling this story will help me remember. I took a zillion pictures overall. I captured the sun going down over the ocean our first night along with Mike’s first time ever to play in ocean 💦 water. Over the next few days I captured many flowers 🌺 and succulents with my camera on the trail. I picked a few flowers and pressed them into a book. I captured the waves breaking on the 🌊 beach. I got pictures of the sun setting and pathways, stairs, architecture, birds, sand and sea. A seal named freckles sat on a rock he visits everyday and posed for us. It was a buffet of colors and smells. I ran around on that beach gathering treasures, playing in the waves and climbing stairs till my calves screamed at me in pain. I got pictures of me and my love and pictures of my daughter and her art featured in a #Laguna art studio for the first time. #Proud mom. I savored every minute of it and can’t wait to go back.
I got to go with my son and his little family to the farmers market this weekend and we stopped at a yard sale along the way. It’s funny how the little things you find there can thrill you and someone else is just as thrilled to have them gone . I found this gem of a clay pot that is right at home on my front porch and the “made it Italy” that is stamped on the front sold me. The only thing better on this day was listening to music with Charly girl, my grand daughter.
I was lucky to get a transplanted Agave today to put in my yard. It’s a beautiful day when the weather is pleasant and you can dig in the dirt and plant wonderful things with a cold drink in a mason Jar.
I stumbled upon a old hardcover readers digest and I recalled being a little girl at my grandmas house picking flowers out of the garden and pressing them into the pages of a book. We would wait until we could open the book again to see the flowers preserved and pretty. This week I pressed flowers again. I fell in love with this purple sage at the nursery after smelling it and it came home with me. My flower pressing project. I can’t wait to press flowers with my own grand daughter soon.
My flower smashing, painting, multi media art project.
It was quite a disappointment when I caught my beloved cat trying to take down an innocent baby morning dove. We were standing in our driveway talking to a neighbor when suddenly there was a commotion a few feet away. Our cat was playing with a bird and the cat was winning. Not waiting to see what the cat would do next we got her away from the bird. The bird scampered into the nearby bush. The cat was bewildered thinking that she had been doing a heroic thing and now she was getting scolded. Just the other day my daughter and I were reminiscing about all the times we have gotten our selves tangled up in crazy situations with wildlife or other animals. I filled a cage with greenery from around the area we found the bird in, hung it on the front porch high from the cat and went to googling about morning birds. What a wonderful bird they are. When we held the bird it didn’t fight us and seemed to accept us quite well. The next morning there were 3 morning birds in our yard seeming confused about the caged morning bird. He seemed to be fine and in my half awake morning stupor I let him free. I kept the cat in the house the rest of the day and night. I have seen the bird scampering around the last few days and even fly up to the roof!
I use pictures that I have captured with my #Iphone7+ while out on my adventures or when I’m just feeling inspired. I want to help people on their journey wherever they are. The process of trying to think up my next Instagram post that is positive and happy is like a therapy for me to keep my own mind going in a positive direction. Choose to fight and be brave. When you do this you are #choosinghappy I made this Instagram to help you and to help me. Now everyday I am on the lookout for an uplifting picture to take and message to post. This trains my mind to take a positive path. To create new pathways in my brain. I have had the depression and anxiety battle. So have many I love. Most people would not know this of me. They see my smile and I love to laugh. I am stronger than ever and I’m choosing to be happy. Thank you for joining me on a happy journey. ❤