Maybe it's not suspicious at all....
Don't you think that if George had to admit that Casey murdered Caylee then his life, his work, his family, would all be a huge failure. In his heart he can't think his own daughter, a child he loved, would murder her own daughter.
BUT, ask yourself this. If Caylee had been murdered by a stranger do you think George would still want to kill himself? I don't think so. He would be so full of anger you would have to make sure he didn't take out the perp himself. Not sitting in a motel like he did like night.
Now, take it a step further. Wouldn't George be FURIOUS that Casey had been wrongly accused of killing Caylee if this were the case? You bet he would. Not depressed but mad. Ready to fight for his beloved daughter.
But, if he left a note saying Casey did it then he knows his family would be ruined, he would be hated, and he wouldn't be there to help them.
The only thing that makes sense is George knows in his heart Casey did it and that is why he wants to end his life. His own daughter took away the most precious thing to him in the world. But, to save face and his family, even in the event of death George felt he couldn't speak the truth.
All of this is my opinion of course.
Yes, yes and YES!!
You said it so eloquently. If ever there was a more untenable position for a human being to be in, I am hard pressed to identify it. This man is caught between a rock and the hardest of places. It is truly heart breaking that doing the right thing in this case, means accepting that you brought a child into the world who was capable of callously snuffing out the life of your sweet granddaughter. Admitting that to yourself, means the walls come crashing down and down and down. There is no way out. Lie to yourself and the Truth eats at you, embrace the Truth and it threatens to engulf you. I've been there.
When my Father disappeared he left taking nothing but his truck and the clothes on his back. Anxious for answers we finally got his landlord to let us in his apartment to look around. While we were in there searching for clues, and seeing if he took anything with him we found a small foot locker in his closet. My Cousin opened it and was looking through its contents when he noticed it had a false bottom. I will not disclose what he found in there, but suffice it to say my World stopped spinning at that moment. Every thing I knew to be true, was suddenly a lie, and the man I knew and loved became a Monster I didn't know. The Truth of what we discovered almost destroyed me. And all of that pain and horror was piled on the pain and fear of him being missing. Not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Vacillating between wishing he was dead in a ditch somewhere for what he had done, and praying to the Heaven's that he was safe somewhere. It's been two years now and it's still something I can think about only briefly.
I was also the only member in my family willing to go forward to LE with what we discovered. The rest of my family was willing to lie and deny in order to "save face" for the family name and image. It was very painful to be the only one willing to do the right thing, and no one seemed to grasp that it was heartrending to even consider turning your own father into Law Enforcement. But being part of the insidiousness was not an option for me. Two years later I can still only think about it all briefly before the sick feeling in my throat and stomach becomes overwhelming. My relatives still haven't totally forgiven me for not siding with them in their efforts to cover up such evil things.
I think about George, having only my own pain as a frame of reference, and I imagine that the knives of pain he is feeling are somehow so much deeper and sharper than what I endured. His own flesh and blood is a Monster. As a parent, I cannot imagine the self-loathing I would feel. Who else is there to blame but yourself for raising such an evil creature?? He has been living his life the last six months, one pathetic moment to the next. With the sound of Caylee's laughter, and the feel of her little arms around his neck, haunting his every moment. With sleep comes the dreams, which tease you with aching reminders of things that will never be again. The moment you open your eyes to flee the memories, the other memories are there waiting to pounce on you with relentless waves of
why why why why why why why why????
It is not hard to see how someone could end up at the Crossroads, feeling that Death is a kinder alternative to the Hell that living and breathing has become for you.
My only hope outside of Justice for sweet Caylee, is that George finds within himself the strength it will take to face the Truth head on and survive its crushing onslaught. If anyone in that family can do that for Caylee I believe it's George. It's much easier to continue to cast shade on everyone else
but the
real monster in the madhouse. The hardest thing for him to do will be to pull the pin on all of the lies and denial, and admit to himself that he and Cindy gave Birth to a
Narcissistic Sociopath who planned the murder of her own first born child.
However hard doing the right thing can be, in my opinion it's the only path that will ever offer him even a
modicum of solace and sanity in this terrible and sad situation.
My 0.
4576880909 cents..
Meh..
“He wondered what the mans name was and where he came from; and if he was really evil at heart, or what lies or threats had lead him on the long march from his home; and if he would not really have rather stayed there in peace”
J.R.R. Tolkien
