Sacred Space

My next venture must be to learn how to build a security system . . . my mother's house was burglarized today while she was at a funeral, no less. It's a sad commentary on our society when someone steals from a kind, gentle 82-year-old woman who lives frugally in the tiny home she has owned for 50 years. It's an even sadder commentary when you realize that the burglar will probably never be caught.

My sister talks about the importance of living simply. That, my mother has always done--not just simply but also generously, giving what little she has to others. The things that were stolen are replaceable--credit cards, checking information, etc. What's not replaceable is the sense of security. To know someone's been in your house like that is a violation of your sacred space. And in today's world, the ominous threat of identity theft is always in the back of our minds, too.

My mother is strong; she will come through this ok. But I will worry about her every moment.