Warning: graphic post about lividity
I keep thinking about him throwing his children's bodies in the oil tanks. ANY disposal other than a proper burial would disgust me, but to throw them into something that has literally caused environmental catastrophes (BP oil spill, Alaska oil spill, etc.) just seems a little extra. I've seen people post that perhaps CW wasn't thinking clearly or, worse, didn't think it was so bad in those oil tanks. And then I've seen people post that we shouldn't judge because we weren't in his shoes.
It IS true that your mind kind of goes a little crazy when your child dies. Your body can fill with adrenaline. Biology starts taking over and you're not always aware of why you're reacting in the way that you are. With that being said, though...
I live in the mountains in a very rural community. When I found my son, he was dead and it was clear that he'd been gone for quite some time. The ONLY reason that the paramedics took him to the hospital instead of just calling the coroner out to the house is because this is a small town, everyone knows everyone, and they wanted to treat me with respect. Though it was obvious that he was gone, they even went through the motions of revival when they certainly didn't have to.
There were only 2 paramedics on duty-the driver and the one in the back. As they got ready to take off, one grabbed my arm and threw me into the back of the ambulance with the stretcher. He wanted to intubate my son but he needed help. He engaged the tube and then told me to hold onto it. I tried, I really did, but my hand was shaking so hard that I lost my grip and it fell out. As I sat there crying and apologizing, ALL I could think was, "We can't put that back into his mouth. It's dirty! I can't put something that's been on the floor in my child's mouth."
The coroner was hunting on one of our mountains and it took 4 hours for him to be contacted and to get to the hospital. The staff allowed me to stay in the examination room with my son during that time. The police came in, asked their questions, I spoke to the organ donation people, etc but mostly I sat right there in a chair pulled up to his bed. At some point, lividity began to set in. His sweet little rosy skin turned blue and purple and splotchy. The worst part, however, was that fluids began to leak. A thin trail of blood and fluid began trickling out his nose. It didn't make me sad, it made me ANGRY. That something was defiling his perfect little face filled me with rage. For more than a hour, I sat there with a wet paper towel in my hand, wiping away the fluid. Even though he was dead, I couldn't stand to see something like that marring his skin.
I've been a member of many child loss support groups over the past 10 years. My experience was not unique. While the causes of death and our ongoing reaction to grief might have differed, however, one of the main things we have had in common is that we were ALL fastidious in making sure that care was taken with our children's bodies after they were gone.
Care was not taken with Bella and Cece. Whether they were thrown into an oil tank or taken to the woods and covered with debris, they were discarded.
CW seems to be a man who cares about his appearance: he has lost weight and toned up and has a manicured beard. He wears nice clothes. Yet he apparently thought nothing of crude oil marring his daughters' skin, matting their hair. And I was worried about a one-inch stream of blood.