Sunday morning, my family and I did what we do pretty much once a year. We visit our dearly departed relatives at the cemetary near Serramonte. I don't know the actual name of the cemetary, but yeah, it's up there, a short ways past the mall. Now, the visit itself was entertaing and amusing itself. I saw my two uncles and my grandfather, and it was a relaxing, if not cold/windy day. When we arrive back at my grandmother's house is what's kinda.... ...my grandmother's house was robbed. We arrive and nothing's wrong, except the front door's unlocked. My mother enters and finds the place completely flipped inside out, drawers open, shit everywhere, things busted, etc. It was quite a dizzying sight. My cousin phoned the police, and they promptly (I mean like not even five minutes) appeared. Random bits of stuff goes on inside the house whilst the children are outside, then they leave with a report and reassurance that we weren't the first to be hit, and that.....*shrugs* I dunno, I kinda drifted off after that. Damage count amounts to about a few thousand in cash, some jewelery, and a laptop. Oh, and some broken stuff laying around, not to mention the time needed to clean up. My aunt and mother (sisters, they are) managed to find some money that my grandmother had put away in random places (inside an envelope inside a book, etc.), and the adults were joking about it like nothing had happened. Best things?
Everyone was safe, no one was hurt, family was still sane enough to joke about serious things. Worst things?
Everyone (the adults at least, including myself) were pretty edgy for the next several hours after we discovered the robbery, my grandmother's home needed some reworking to feel remotely near safe again (which my uncle did something, but I feel as if it's the bare minimal work...), and I have this really bad feeling that I might have had somewhat of an influence/hand in the happening of said robbery.* *Some of you may or may not know what I'm talking about here...
Grandparents like to spoil their grandchildren. In my case, I get bits of pocket money from my grandmother when I do visit. Now, I happened to step out for a breather about ten or so minutes after my grandmother gave me said pocket money, and I proceeded to place away the money in my wallet. Now, here's the part that kinda got to me. At the exact moment, a guy was walking a short ways up the slope from my grandmother's door. This guy kept glancing at me as I placed away my money, and as he got half a block down, he kept glancing back. I didn't think much of it at first, but what if said person was one of the guys that robbed my grandmother's? I also didn't think much of it, but as we were leaving, we noticed some people just chilling on the block near my grandmother's home. Sure, there's a bunch of people chilling on the block given the neighborhood (my grandmother lives smack in the middle of Potero Hill, go figure), but these guys just *appeared* in the short minutes that I wasn't standing outside to get some air. And I was only gone a few minutes. Now, my common sense and my lovely lady reassured me that I had no way of knowing, nor could I really have influenced anything. But what if? Just that slight possibility that because I flash some spare bills caused my family such hardship really kills me. On a slightly lighter note, some of my friends really know how to get me to smile. Even after this bad moment in my family's history, I'll still continue to try my best and believe in the good of humanity, despite how fucked up we are. I'll just laugh it off and know that we'll overcome this soon enough. And when my friends give advice, it's absolutely hilarious that they don't know shit about what to do. I love my friends quite often, but damn are half of them just awesome to laugh with. | 
