In 2008, after ending a bad relationship, I moved in with my parents to help out since they were both in their mid-seventies.  They’d just completed a reverse mortgage on the family home.  We’d always gotten along, so it was a smooth transition.  I was truly blessed in the parent department because they were both awesome individuals.  They were an intelligent, kind, nonjudgmental, honest, down-to-earth, and still in love couple.  My father was a wonderful man.  He passed away in 2013.  He was 82 years old.  Unfortunately, one of the realities was that it slashed my mother’s income almost in half.  I more than doubled what I had been paying for rent to get her close to what she was used to having.  I loved my mother.  Paying more was a no-brainer to me.  I wanted her to be comfortable and happy and able to remain in her home.  She was my best friend.  She went everywhere with me.  We enjoyed each other’s company, so we had fun together.  During that time, I wasn’t thinking about or planning for my own future stability.  When my beautiful mother passed away, I was devastated.

My brother sold the family home, and I needed to move.  He sold it to an investor a very low price.  The investor also talked him into additional price reductions based on, in my opinion, inflated costs for a new septic system, roof etc.  The final selling price barely covered what was owed on the reverse mortgage.

I was hoping to have enough from the home sale to pay off my $6500 car loan, $3500 in credit cards, and enough for a down payment to buy a house.

What happened instead was a nightmare.  The house was scheduled to close on May 9th.  I found a place to move into.  I rented a U-Haul for the 8th and 9th, and had friends to help with the packing, loading and the move.  It didn’t go as smoothly or quickly as I had planned.  On May 10th the buyer sent a crew that broke into the locked house.  They took what they wanted and destroyed or threw away the rest.  I wasn’t finished moving.  I had boxes packed that hadn’t been loaded, and my heirloom antiques, collectibles, jewelry, all my family photo’s, birth certificates, death certificates, our family tree, misc. awards & certificates, all my clothes, coats, shoes, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, all my hygiene, my medical documents (I have a pulmonary embolism in my right lung), social security documents, pots & pans, dishes, silver flatware, all my food, my washer & dryer, animal food.  They took everything that was in the house.  My niece called and said there was a big truck and men were throwing my stuff in it.  I called the coordinator and asked for them to let me come get the rest of my things.  I was told most of it was already gone.  He said the workers told him all my stuff was in a big pile. They couldn’t tell (what I thought was valuable) from the trash and they didn’t have time to sort it out. I couldn’t believe what was happening.  I was gone with a load when they arrived, and had fallen asleep for a few hours at the new location.  I fell asleep from exhaustion from working through the night.  I had not turned over possession of the house.  I was still in the process of moving.  Regardless, they broke in through the garage and emptied the entire house.  My property was strewn all over the yard and driveway.  I was devastated.  I demanded my property be returned to me.  The buyer told me I had plenty of time to relocate.  Nobody told me if I didn’t have everything out of the house the day of closing, anything left he could do what he wanted to with it.  That is not true, and I don’t believe for a minute they threw everything away.  There was a lot of valuable jewelry, antiques & collectibles, hidden cash and silver flatware that no one would have thrown away. It was obvious I was still in the process of moving with all the packed boxes and antiques left taped, ready to move.

They didn’t come back for a week.  They took everything from me.  I had the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet.  There was no reason for them to do what they did.  It was horrible.  I know it’s hard to imagine losing almost everything.  But think about it for a minute.  It’s devastating, and there is so much that can’t be replaced.  Photos of us growing up, my parents ‘ photos of their life together.  Pictures and mementos of my deceased son.  They destroyed all my photos and family history.  I have no photos of my deceased son, or of my parents.  The people who did this are monsters.  I don’t understand how a person could do this to another person.  And for no reason.  They didn’t come back for a week.  It’s not right.

I shouldn’t have to replace things I already had, but that was the position I found myself in.  With what I received from the sale of the house ($10,000).  It wasn’t enough to cover what I needed and hoped for.  I purchased the things I really needed.  I bought a bed and mattresses, some pots & pans, some clothes etc., a couch and a couple chairs, and urgently needed hygiene items.  It all adds up quickly.  That money is now gone.  I am getting by, but with not much, if any to spare,  I am grateful for that.

Thank you for reading.  I know it was long and maybe I said too much.  If you are kind and able to donate to my plight, it will be sincerely appreciated.  I know there are angels out there.  I am a good person who had a horrible thing happen.  Please help if you’re able.  Thank you for your kindness.

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