
Why did I weep for a child I never met? The answer is simple. I am selfish. I wanted Justice for Caylee. Like so many others I am shocked at the verdict. I stand by what I believe happened to Caylee and why. Watching the trial reinforced my belief. I have no reasonable doubt.
How could this have happened? It's the American way. Is everybody happy now? I for one am not happy. Would things have turned out differently had a professional jury judged her? I believe they would have. I believe that it is time the United States considers making changes in the jury selection process. The thought of professional jurors sounds like a good idea, but nothing is perfect. I am sure they have their own issues too.
I have been scratching my head trying to make sense of what happened. I've realized that if I don't stop, they will soon be a hole in my head. It is over. Caylee is gone. Nothing can bring her back. There will be no Justice for Caylee, in a court of Law, on this Earth. Sad but true. It is what it is. Not guilty is not the same thing as innocent.
I followed the case initially because I like to solve crimes. I waited three years to see Justice served. It was not. Instead I witnessed more crimes committed. That is not what I was expecting. At the same time, I am not surprised.
Everyone does grieve in their own way. I am no exception. Everyone does it at their own pace too. Caylee. She was an innocent child that fell victim to a horrible situation. I pray that she is resting in Peace.
I believe in Karma. I believe that every dog has it's day. I know that psychopaths self destruct. Nature will take it's course. I know that God has a plan.
Many of you know that bead work is my therapy. I have not had therapy in a while and I need some. No matter what new things I try, I always go back to beading. I am returning to college in a few weeks. I love new adventures. Don't worry, I won't be gone long because I always go back to beading.
Until We Bead Again, Beth