Since my last post, things have not gotten any better. This has been the worst move that my family has ever been through.
Today, as we were unpacking one of the last boxes we found my coin collection archival box, but it was empty.
The movers/packers opened my archival box, which just looks like a black cardboard binder, and took my coins.
My coins don’t have that much value — maybe between 20-40 dollars. The coins have sentimental value though. I have been collecting them since I was a child. Most of them are not even US currency. I had coins from all over the world in there.
But the ones that hurt the most are the one dollar bicentennial coin that belonged to my great-grandfather, and the coins we gave to our daughter when she thought we were the toothfairies. They’re gone. The dollar value isn’t what was important. They were important to us because they were tied to memories. And someone stole them.
So, to the mover who took my almost worthless coin collection — SHAME ON YOU.
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