For 4 days, I've been angry.
I've been angry with the defense attorneys. I've been angry with Cindy Anthony. I've been angry with Casey Anthony. I've been angry with the jurors.
My anger is still there.
But a realization hit me. My anger is really deep sadness.
Sadness for the way this little girl's life was reduced to nothingness and no one wants to honor her few short years by telling the truth. No one wants to set her life at peace by respecting the years of life she had.
I could write a huge rant detailing all the things I don't understand or the things I abhor about what I've seen and heard. But it won't bring Caylee back.
I never knew this little girl.
But my son is close to the age she was when she died. And my daughter is close to the age she would be now if she had lived. That makes it all hit kind of close to my heart.
However her life ended, the way her body was treated, the way this case has played out, the way this family has been torn apart is not a way that honors her life.
I get angry so that I don't cry. I get angry so that I don't mourn deeply one of the big things wrong with this world.
My faith is what brings me peace. I know that Caylee is in a happy and beautiful place and she is loved and cared for and safe.
I'm a good mom. I'm a great mom. And I'm going to keep on making sure my kids have as much of a happy and beautiful place on earth as possible where they feel loved and cared for and safe. I wish the same had been Caylee's fate. But perhaps the tragedy of her life will result in another mom somewhere asking for help when she's about to crack. Maybe another mom somewhere will realize she's disconnected from her kids and will recommit to her family. Maybe another young woman will choose to be more responsible about her sexual choices because she realizes she's not ready to risk becoming a mother.
Perhaps there is a silver lining.