Take a few minutes to read this. If nothing else, I'll appreciate your time.My father wore this gold necklace every day for 25+ years. Every memory I have of the man includes that gold pendant draped around his neck. It was a part of who he was; every friend and close family member would recognize him by this photo alone.In June of this year, he was diagnosed with stage 4 throat cancer and given six months to live. I live in Wichita and he lived in Virginia; I dropped my minor in college but stayed enrolled in my online BS program, which my father refused to let me abandon. A few short days after I received his call, I was on the coast taking care of him. He continued to worsen every day until, finally, it was time for me to return to Kansas; it was August then, and I promised to return when his time drew near to say goodbye.The day before my flight left he gave me a small box, and inside was this necklace. He made me promise him several things... that I never give up on my three sisters, that I pursue my education as far as I can, that I care for my children in ways that he never did, and that I someday give this necklace to my son, with which he could remember his father and grandfather (who he will never meet).I got the call on a Monday; my father, somehow, was able to tell me himself that his doctor had given him only seven to ten days. Wednesday at 2pm I arrived and slept there in his room with him, getting little to no sleep while I cared for him. Saturday night, September 28th, he wrote a final message on a whiteboard; "I'm ready". We made him as comfortable as possible and turned the lights out, and he went to sleep. About 1:30am he seemed to be awake, perhaps, but not really with it. I held his hand and told him he'd done a wonderful job bringing up his four children, which was a lie he needed to hear, and I told him I'd be alright without him (another lie). I gave him permission to let go. He smiled and squeezed my hand, and settled down.Just after 5am on September 29th he took his last breath.Fast forward...Yesterday, December 4th, 2013, somebody burglarized the house I'm sharing with two other roommates. The entire house was tossed, with the exception of the third roommate's room, which leads pretty much everyone to believe he was responsible. The investigation is pending.Among the items missing is this necklace, which was probably sold to some crack dealer for a quick hundred bucks. Also missing is a watch, also pictured, and a silver necklace (both of which my father left me), plus a pistol that he carried with him. I also lost cash and another firearm, and the landlord/other roommate lost about $3K worth of property as well.I suspect I will never see these again, and have nothing of importance left to remember my father. I am hoping something, anything, turns up somewhere, but I'm well aware that's not very likely. I just now have the energy to open my laptop and type this message, hoping for a miracle... perhaps somebody in Wichita who reads this knows something. Perhaps just one person can do the right thing. Honestly, I'd give everything else up twice over again to get this necklace back.At the very least, thank you for your time.