I cry for this girl I knew. She was different 2 years ago and now she is about stand trial for the murder of her own daughter. I can't understand how this happened. I mean, how did I not see this? Couldn't I see something wasn't right? I think I did at times. There were indications that told me that she was, well, for lack of a better word, confused. But not with her daughter...
Where Caylee was concerned, she was nothing more than a loving doting mom who always came over loaded with toys and food and clothes -- enough for 2 days, not 2 hours. I doted on the baby. I always managed to buy her something cute in Target. (They have great baby stuff by the way.) I'd come home with toys and shoes, little dresses and onezy's rattles and teething rings, socks and of course those infamous plastic keys that only a baby can love. Sammy would sit by her, our big old rottie. 160 lbs of gentleness. He loved her so much. He'd kiss her face, but not too much and she'd bounce in her little chair. She lit up when she saw Sammy and Sammy delighted in her. He stuck right by her, hence the Nancy Grace picture of little Caylee being held by a woman with red fingernails (who incidently is me) and Sammy sitting to the side smiling his big toothy grin. He followed her wherever she was in the room and when she started crawling, he was right there. I guess they are together now, running in green fields. Sammy is her dog now and someday, when I go over that Rainbow Bridge, I'll be with both of them.
I wish for an end to this. I wish this had ended better. What a tragedy for all involved.
To my friends here at Greasy, thank you so much for the love you have poured out to me. The personal notes and virtual hugs I've received keep me going. God bless you all.
posted on Oct 14, 2008 4:56 PM ()