I try so hard to distance myself from the victim, Caylee. Today, after watching JC get emotional, the dams I have put up, are gone. OMG. I try so very very hard to distance myself to get through this. I hear about the condition her remains were found in, I just remember my father dying. How my brother went into the room and there was just a sheet over his body, and tubes from how the paramedics tried to revive him...and I get thrown back into the WORST day of my life...getting a phone call at work to hear from my brother that my father had died in his sleep. I just remember asking, "Well he's not dead...they are working on him, right?" and hearing the answer, "Nicole, he was cold."