I just want to step back a bit and talk about the different ways people handle grief.
When my father died, my mother turned on all of those closest to her. I am an only child so I bore the brunt of it. Accusations, nasty late night phone calls, you name it. She got rid of most of my fathers belongings immediately. She didn't ask if anyone would like anything. One time when I went to visit her I discovered that she had thrown out all of the family home movies, the black and white ones from the 1950's when I was growing up. I was devastated. Anyone here remember those? I would have given anything to have had those reels and the projector to take home and watch the movies by myself, just for the memories and to have a good cry. Everything gone, movies, photos, just gone. On occasion, the only photo of my parents that was kept on the mantle would be lying face down when I visited. I knew to tread carefully on those days.
When I read what Shaylyn's family did with her crib, and clothing, I was upset but not shocked. I've seen it before. I try not to judge them because of the way they personally come across to me.
Thank you for your time. I wanted to get away from the pedophile chat for a while, but I didn't want to leave, if that makes any sense. Actually, it doesn't. I could have just logged off.