Remains identified as missing toddler Caylee Anthony
As Father's Day approaches, another anniversary, this one filled with sadness, approaches, in the form of 3 years since little 2 year old Caylee Anthony's decaying body was found. Almost 5 weeks from her questionable disappearance, her mother, Casey, advised authorities that her daughter had gone missing along with a babysitter, who it soon became aspparent, did not exist.! The tale is a long a winding road to perdition, and not only is the Mother suspect, but additional members of the family are also under suspicion. The macabre story eeks out over days and weeks in a courtroom, where mother Casey, sits motionless and flat, listening to the forensic accounts of dogs identifying the stench of human decay both in her own car, and beside the children's playhouse in the yard.
She is stoic, while others wince as the sickly sweet scent of human decay is described...a smell now associated with her innocent little child. What really happened? The lies this woman (I use that term loosely) has told, fall down around her like a dense curtain waiting to swallow her whole, separating her from the real humans in the jury box.. It's cold where she sits, pale and expressionless. How could she continue to exist, knowing what she's done? Leaving her little daughter to rot, while she danced and drank her time away. I couldn't stand to be alive...to breathe...and yet she smiles!! The trial is televised and I MUST stop watching it!
As Father's Day approaches, another anniversary, this one filled with sadness, approaches, in the form of 3 years since little 2 year old Caylee Anthony's decaying body was found. Almost 5 weeks from her questionable disappearance, her mother, Casey, advised authorities that her daughter had gone missing along with a babysitter, who it soon became aspparent, did not exist.! The tale is a long a winding road to perdition, and not only is the Mother suspect, but additional members of the family are also under suspicion. The macabre story eeks out over days and weeks in a courtroom, where mother Casey, sits motionless and flat, listening to the forensic accounts of dogs identifying the stench of human decay both in her own car, and beside the children's playhouse in the yard.She is stoic, while others wince as the sickly sweet scent of human decay is described...a smell now associated with her innocent little child. What really happened? The lies this woman (I use that term loosely) has told, fall down around her like a dense curtain waiting to swallow her whole, separating her from the real humans in the jury box.. It's cold where she sits, pale and expressionless. How could she continue to exist, knowing what she's done? Leaving her little daughter to rot, while she danced and drank her time away. I couldn't stand to be alive...to breathe...and yet she smiles!! The trial is televised and I MUST stop watching it!
