Yesterday through "gross error" some company hired by our prop man. comp came to clean out an abandoned unit.... and they got ours by "mistake". The only way this can happen is if the person in charge just plain ignored our lit and very visible address and unit number. And ignored all the evidence that our place is very clearly not abandoned.
I am beyond words. Thank goodness I have excellent locks; they just took everything from our backyard they could carry. (From what I gather they might have tried to gain access inside as well, but again, good locks.)
Then razed my garden and covered the ground with weed/plant killer.
So, all my plants are gone, our furniture, my tomato cages, watering hoses and buckets,ornamental glass bowls (antique given to me by my dead grandmum) .... and the absolute worst is they completely destroyed Wash's garden. As in the raised garden he made for me for our first date anniversary. The LAST thing he built at all (and for me) before he got sick with cancer- and it has been destroyed.
If you are a regular reader then you can grasp this. I often am in the harvesting seasons posting pics of my plants and bounty from it; my top moment was a 6 lb watermelon I grew last year- in Arizona! I had grown corn the year before.
My garden was like a living part of my heart.
The landlady is very upset and sorry for us as well- she knows us. This was a different company then she usually uses. Says they can pay to replace and replant stuff.
It's not the same. Not at all.
I want the bowl my (dead) grandma gave to me. I want the plant that I have had alive since 2006- also my grandmother's plant which again, was my connection to someone who passed. I want my clothesline back- it was the original one from the 1980's at my parents' first home. That cannot be replaced.
Agh. My heart just aches. It seems so gorram unfair that it's like, can't even go a DAY without being fucked over.
This really has not helped at all with me mentally. I am afraid to leave the house now. My overall fear and anxiety has rocketed up again.
I'm a 26 year old former Caregiver. This is my voice to talk about my life- mostly about learning to live now. My husband was diagnosed in November 2009 with Glioblastoma Multiforme- terminal brain cancer. He was only 25 and I had literally just turned 23. He fought hard for almost 3 years before he passed away September 2012, just a month after turning 28.
This was my blog about our life.
This is still my space to find Hope.
This is now my public battle to show what life is like as a 25 year old Widow.