I have a friend who is the mother of another of my friends, and she lost BOTH of her sons, they were murdered, within five weeks of one another over 30 years ago. She talks about them to me all the time...tells me things they used to do, says their names all the time...she keeps them alive in her memories and in her stories...Her boys were 17 and 21 respectively...
My own sister had a baby die at five weeks of age of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. She was devatated-I mean utterly wrecked...she still misses this baby to this day, 27 years later, and still talks about her.
Why I tell these stories is simple: I know people, intimately, who have lost their own children and KC is sadly lacking SOMETHING that should be there...Something deep, and hurting and painful that never ever seems to really heal...she is missing this at the beginning of her grief? She HAS no grief. She is a shallow example of a mother.
Caylee is an afterthought to her...something to fill up any empty spaces that might happen to appear in her scatterbrained mind...I am utterly disgusted by her TOTAL lack of FEELING for her child and I feel so much compassion for what Caylee's LIFE must have been like with this woman as her mother.:furious: