10th December 2013

This evening I was talking to my parents on the phone.  Everything was great and they're both really looking forward to their holiday when my father dropped a bombshell on me.  He said casually:

"You know your grandmother got burgled the other day.."

as if to continue with the rest of the story.

No... no I did not.  Apparently it didn't cross either of my parent's minds to let me know - they just assumed the other one had told me.  Not only am I shocked about their lack of communication but I was shocked at how casually my father seems to be taking this.

It turns out one of her carers had stolen some of her jewellery.  Now... this is rather expensive jewellery but that isn't the point.  The point is that it is sentimental.  All this jewellery was given to my grandmother my my dearest grandfather who sadly passed away 3 years ago.  My grandfather was an amazing man and not many people realise that he was one of the biggest inspirations in my life and still is.  It upsets me that anyone can be this cruel to my grandmother and I now suspect that she does not feel safe and will have even more trouble trusting people.

I then thought about all the other items in that house.  It is the home my father and his sisters grew up in and it holds a lot of memories.  Every single book on the bookshelf is one that my grandparents lovingly collected, all the ornaments hold a memory, the casual samurai sword and the reams of camera supplies.  I just hope all of that is still there, untouched... in its rightful place.  It's a physical remembrance of my grandfather and what an amazing person he truly was. 

Anyway...  I guess this situation just made me think how precious certain things are and especially how much of an impact one person can make on your life.