Rolling in her grave

In addition to dealing with my grandmother's death, we've also been hit with the vandalism of my other grandmother's grave. Someone in the past week has pried off the brass nameplates on at least 11 different people's headstones. One of them was my Mama Pat's. They tried to pry off my Daddo's military service plaque but it was on there too tight I guess. Who steals something like that? Standing there staring at the broken headstone makes me feel like I've been punched in the chest. It is such a personal violation. It had our nickname for her on it. It listed the kids for crying out loud. I have no way of dealing with this except with a boiling rage.