Gone - with her wallet, cash, checkbook, debit and credit card, an uncashed pension check, address book (crammed with doodles, recipes, birthdays, and observations), and a cellphone that held hundreds of photos of her grandchildren that she had been intending to take off the phone someday.
Gone.
At 81, she is taking this very hard. I find her often in tears, which breaks my heart. But I'm too busy to be sad for long, caught up in a whirlwind of damage control: Police reports, fraud alerts, replacement of bank account and credit card, stop payments, replacement of ID. I am tired and the list is long.
It's infuriating to know someone got away with this, with no concern for the pain and trouble they left behind. When I tell others about it, it seems they all have a story: Purses grabbed from shopping carts, cellphones snatched from people's hands by passing cyclists, wallets lifted from bags slung over a shoulder. I am disgusted. But there's no point in belaboring the issue.
Have managed to lift her spirits by reframing the loss into a new beginning. And I am pleased by the simplicity of her affairs - just one ATM and credit card! It makes me wonder why I would ever need to carry more?
TIme for a handbag and wallet review.
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