Here we are in the part of the trial that we knew would be difficult. Seeing what was presented so far is a reality of what Caleys resting place was for soo long. Seeing the vegetation , the blurred photo of her skull, the bags that held the rest of her body was heartbreaking to say the least. She was there during the summer heat, hurricanes, rain, during what was to be her birthday. She was there during Thanksgiving.
And now, we see the tattered clothing that Caylee was wearing when she was essentially thrown away down the street from her home, her bed, her playhouse, her toys, her grandparents.
Listening to the experts talk about the evidence so naturally and matter-of-fact is a reminder that they have a job to do. They show no personalization, nor should they.
And now as I type this,with tears and an ache in my heart, We hear about little Caylees bones, being chewed on by animals.