Bare with me here for a minute, my age is going to be showing with this post.
We are going to start by stepping back in time...... 12 years - give or take. It was spring of 2002, roughly 6-9 months after 9/11 happened. I was 20 years old, and
living in Nebraska.
Actually living with my Grandparents at the time, one had just had major shoulder replacement surgery - and while she was in surgery my Grandpa had a heart attack in the waiting room.
It was a crazy time, I was working and going to school. Trying to help them out as much as I could and one day between work and class I stopped home to grab something, and ran upstairs to talk to the G-parents real quick.
I may have been upstairs 5 minutes and I didn't even stop in the basement for anything. As I went to leave I could not find my keys. They were gone! I only had 30 minutes to get into Lincoln - from
Weeping Water which is more like a 45 minute drive so I searched a bit, grabbed my spare key and left. I figured by the time I got home, Papa (Grandpa) would have seen them laying somewhere obvious and all would be better.
I should know better, I do now but back then I was still learning the hard lesson of "If it can happen, it will - and in Jessi's home". Over the years, it has become obvious that the "highly unlikely" is very likely in my house, no matter which state it is. Anyways, I am getting off track.