I'm glad you decided to speak to me, Fang. I was starting to feel like I wasn't wanted.
Like I said, nothing of what you say is mentioned. Moreover, if what I read at FOXNews.com is accurate, PR never even touched the upper part of JB's body. I realize you don't want to hear this, especially from me, but her statements about the little heart are a big problem.
Super, are you saying that P didn't throw herself over Joni's body as it says in the police report? Or are you saying that there is no proof she cradled her?
Perfectly consistent. She got there, alright, no matter how agonizing it was to see her worse fears confirmed. At this point, she knew she was gone. How? Imagine the horror. She didn't come running up to her mother. She was taken into another room. FW screaming, "get an ambulance." This wasn't an afternoon tea party in the Hamptons, by God.
Patsy enters the room. Sees the covers. Does she approach what she suspects is her daughter under those covers? Or, does she remain at a distance and after a period of time exit the room? If, perhaps, she went over to view and touch her daughter, is it possible she may have moved her little body at all? Or, did Patsy remain aloof, showing no signs of affection or grief by cradling her? If she did embrace the little girl's body, is it possible she kissed her, wept and sobbed hysterically and may have moved her coverings just enough to view the little heart on her palm? In addition, since there is there is no proof that her hands couldn't be seen anyway, nor that she didn't look at them, the conclusion that she did not see the heart on her palm at this time, whether consciously aware of it or not, is false. It is absurd and preposterous and utterly ridiculous.
I don't know, Fang. There's nothing in any account I can find (not even their own) about her doing any of the things you suggest.
My friends used to tell me that having a child was the greatest experience they ever had. I told them they were nuts. How is that possible? Having a kid is probably pretty cool, but the greatest thing ever? Ever? Just wait. You'll see. You have to hold a little baby, your little baby, in your arms, first. Then you will know. Then, you will understand. And I knew they were nuts, but, big deal. I did not imagine and I could not imagine what is god's name they were talking about. One thing was obvious, though. You could see in their beaming eyes they were telling the truth.
Three seconds after I held my baby in my arms, change swept over me thoroughly and for good. Boom! Presto! New me.
Many things influence my/our lives. A few things have powerful sway. Having a child is cataclysmic. In its impact, it is Katrina, the Haitian earthquake and climbing Mount Everest times 5.
Discussing in exquisite detail the horrors that loving parents willfully, deliberately, patiently and with premeditation inflicted upon this little girl is much more challenging when you know they know what it's like to be a mommy or a daddy and to have loved and cared for their child day and night for years. A gift from God.
I see JR plodding next door in the cold, dark, night sky; stars and silhouettes played hide and seek and flickered around his warm breath, as he retrieved the brand new bicycle for Joni just in time for Christmas, stored safely with his neighbor.