An open letter to the loser who invaded our home...

So, I understand that you are shrouded in darkness... how can you not be? How could you pass by our family photos, my sleeping basset, Daisy, and the care with which we have designed our home; without a single twinge, a deep, gut pang, and lacking remorseful regret?

I want to forgive you, but you have caused us so much grief.

It was simply surreal when Kevin and I realized that we had be robbed. There are no words to articulate the violation, the devastation and the sadness.

You even robbed me of a magical night. All I could do was sob through Obama's speech... an historic night if there ever was one.

You stole all 3 of our laptops, all our jewelry, and my U2 IPOD. Dude, if you only knew how much I loved that gadget...It terrifies me to realize you stood right beside my bed, and helped yourself to it. Ah, but you have little idea how much it meant to me. I saw U2 9 times on their "Vertigo" tour... everywhere from Mexico City to Hawaii to San Diego. God, I hate you.

And then there' s my jewelry.

In my box that I received on the day of my transplant 20 years ago, I had a pendant from my father from his teenage years. He's dead, you know, and the pendant is GONE.

I had a crucifix from my Bedstemor and Bedstefar. GONE.

A silver/garnet ring that reminded me of my mother's hands. GONE.

A gold/garnet necklace from my entire Danish family. GONE.

A crystal necklace, a celtic bracelet, a celtic ring from my adored husband. GONE. GONE. GONE.

My school ring that my Mum really couldn't afford, but wanted me to have, anyway. GONE. And probably in a dumpster somewhere. Who wants a ring with "Northern Secondary School" on it?

Opal and gold earrings from my godmother. I have known her my whole life, you know. She's family to me, and once upon a time, they were hers. Passed down to her goddaughter. GONE.

A gold heart locket from my father-in-law, along with tiny diamond stud earrings that my in-laws so wanted me to have. GONE.

A silver/turquoise pendant from my Dad's sister that was gifted to me at age 8. It's from Israel, one of my dream destinations. GONE.

And the list goes on and on and on and on and on...

Did I mention I hate you?

I will never see these items again, and it breaks my heart. In the hospital they gave me comfort. I used to wear them daily with pride; knowing they were infused with love. And with one swift move, you took them all away. How do you look in the mirror?

You have made me fearful. Fearful of my home, and I believe cynical, too. I so want to believe in the goodness of people, but sadly you have temporarily (I hope!) moved that to the back burner for now.

In the words of one of my favorite comediennes, Kathy Griffin...

SUCK ON IT!!!