I would like to share a story and then I have a point at the end.
My sister, her husband, and little 2 year old daughter were in a horrible car accident, years ago, 1976. They were hit by a drunk driver who ran a stop sign onto a major road with speed limit of 75.
Everyone was hurt and hospitalized. My niece didn't make it. She was a little angel on earth. Always laughing and smiling, so tiny for her age and had the longest and most beautiful hair, for a 2 year old. Her hair was light brown but a golden color and way past her little back side, with the perfect little curl on the ends. My sister and I would talk about how she must have the hair for a reason. Little did we know at the time, the reason was, to put under the little bonnet she wore with her frilly little dress, laying in her casket. (they had to cute her hair, shave her little head for brain surgery.) My sister was in too bad of a shape to attend her funeral. My sister had a wonderful Mormon family from her church. They stayed by her side and prayed with her and help nurse her back to being healthy. I don't know if she would have recovered without them. To this day I think about their kindness and how they never said anything negative about the drunk driver that killed our little angel. As for me, my heart turned to stone, hate, revenge, torment, sadness, and all at the same time I was in so much pain and suffering. I was in such a bad place. My sister saved me. After some time had passed, I went to visit her and was going to stay a week with her. She seemed so different, so at peace. She talked about only positive things about her child. The good times. She would say, remember when Chrystal would come sit in your lap at the dinner table, and even though she had her own plate she wanted to share yours. Remember how she always wanted to help you do everything you were doing. Remember how she always wanted you to be the one to wash her hair. It was amazing and I couldn't understand how she did it. My heart was still stone. I had seen her crying in private at night, but the next day she was positive again. Then she lowered the boom on me. She knew I wasn't moving on too well, that I was suffering. She had been through more than I had, she was her mother. So, she sat me down and told me that I was letting hate, revenge and all the negative things control me. She told me that I needed to pray. (I had prayed and prayed but not in the right way) She told me, that I had to pray and ask for the ability to forgive the man that was drunk, and ran the stop sign and killed our little angel. Wow! That was so out of the question I thought at first. But, she lead me in prayer and I was serious and it was like a million pounds was lifted off my shoulders. If someone else had told me to do that, I wouldn't have believed them. We cried for hours. Then we both started only thinking of all the good precious memories. I realized what an amazing strong caring women my sister was. I hadn't known this before. My point of sharing this is, TA's family at some point will have to do this to move on with their lives. Having a hard hateful heart will ruin your life. I hope their Mormon family will help them and they will seek counseling, if they have to. MOO, the DP isn't going to help them. I know that is what they want, but in truth that isn't going to help them heal. I believe it will be worse because that will always be in their minds of if and when it would be carried out. It's just more negativity. I know they believe JA deserves it. I hope someday they will find peace otherwise JA will have taken more of their lives too. JMOO.
while reading your post I thought of your family's sweet little Angel being there in Heaven welcoming sweet baby Caylee Marie. I'm sure they're sitting on a rainbow swinging their feet and singing.
