Dear Cindy Anthony,
I know that you care about people.
I saw your concern when a protester was yelling at you, in front of your home. The woman was yelling at you, and you worried about her blood pressure.
You are a nurse, a mother, and a grandmother.
I cannot imagine what you are going through right now, because I am a mother and a grandmother also.
My son is the light of my life, and my grandchildren are my precious treasures.
If I was in your shoes, I just don’t know what I would do.
I’ve said, and written, about how I would act, but the disappearance and suspected death of one of my grandchildren is beyond my comprehension.
God, I don’t know what I would do, how I would act.
And worse, if everyone believed that my child was the perpetrator is even more unthinkable.
But Cindy, you need to suspend your rage and grief for now.
You owe Caylee a decent burial.
Caylee is your blood also, Cindy, and she’s gone.
You know this.
As Casey’s mother, you know, better than anyone, how to get the truth out of your daughter.
I’m sorry that I have judged you harshly throughout this awful time, but it’s not about me, and it’s not about you.
It’s not even about Casey, not right now.
Find Caylee and give her the decent burial she deserves.
Well folks, I may get some even snarkier comments now, but I just had to post this.