thank you everyone
meemee, I had thought of that. When I got the call about my parents' house I felt sick for a second and then I instantly began to wonder what was gone. and then I wondered whose life is so messed up that they steal from dead people. Yikes, what a life they must have, right?
after my sisters and I filled out the police report I took my kids (they are teens) down to the cemetery to put flowers on the graves (it was one month to the day mom passed)
I stood there, snow blowing around like crazy, and I looked at their graves and said out loud, "well, your house got robbed!" and weird as it seems, I had a comforting feeling that neither of of my parents cares too much, where ever they are, that their house was broken into, ransacked, and a few things were taken. I think on the other side crap like this must not matter too much. My kids and I chuckled...being robbed isn't funny, but with everything I have been through this year, my words made us laugh. 2008 has been ridiculous.
I've lost the 2 most important things that were in that house and they can't be hurt anymore and for that I am grateful. I'm also grateful nothing like this ever happened when they were alive. Now that would have been traumatizing.
ahh well...another day without them..another day closer to the holidays...I'm going to make cookies and do that thing where I put one foot in front of the other...
thanks for all your kind replies, everyone