Letters/Comments to Casey

[Theonly1]

I posted this to another forum. I need to take a few days away from it all to collect my emotions. The song below has been needling at me for over a month. It hasn't all come to pass, but hopefully will. Some verses are a little cryptic but it's how I feel about KC nonetheless. I hope she does receive it and 'get' it at the same time.

Like A Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Copyright ©1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music

Dylan is a musical and poetic genius, isn't he? The song is perfect for her except in the part about her being "a complete unknown".

 

[Sassynic]

Nope not Cindy. She would never go onto a public forum and admit her and GA did anything wrong in raising KC. She's never going to admit to the same public that she so dislikes, that she is the reason for Casey's wrong doings. Heck, I can't even see her admitting to it in the privacy of a psychiatrist's office!

 

[YellowDog]

Could this be from the real CA or a fake??

This is posted on this website:

http://caseyanthony.wordpress.com/2008/07/23/leave-comment-to-casey-anthony/#comments


By: Cindy Anthony on October 10, 2008
at 3:56 am


Hi Casey Marie,
When you where born you braught so much joy to me and your dads lives. So tiny and sweet and funny. You and Lee where so close and would play and me and your dad would just be so grateful to have 2 healthy kids a boy and a girl. We have went through some hard times together and we have always stuck it out. I just don’t understand where we went wrong. What did me and your father do or not do to let you turn into what you are? Where we too passive? Did we care too much? We tried to support you and give you the benefit of the doubt. I just don’t understand why you choose the paths you did. We are trying to see why you want to hurt us so much. I can’t help but think if I would have stopped saving you or justifying what you do or putting my on the line to get you off the hook for all the mistakes you have ever made you might have learned your lesson. or even spared Caylee. I want to believe not because you have given me any reason to but I just refuse to except what I know and you know you have done. I don’t know that i will ever be able to deal with the truth. I am not going to blame myself anymore for what you do Casey. It kills me as your mother to live with the grief and saddness and embarassment you have braught unto our family. Casey we are loosing our home because of your lies and our names are marked forever. I can’t help but regret having you. Your not the sweet blessing you were when i gave birth to you. If i ever would have got a glance at my future being your mother I cannot say that i would have made the decisions and choices i made to get me here. If you hae ever cared for me or your father or Lee you will tell the truth and not posion the little future we have left to live and deal with. I did not raise you too be this selfish.

sincerely with a broken heart,
Your Mother

Definitely NOT from Cindy. She has much better grammar than that and I imagine is a much better speller.

 

[QuietStorm]

Dylan is a musical and poetic genius, isn't he? The song is perfect for her except in the part about her being "a complete unknown".

I can't get the song out of my head or the thought of little Caylee so alone. It helps some to have KC face what she has done, but it doesn't help enough. Caylee's death is a tragedy in the worse way.

 

[Im On It]

Well, Casey, now you're in jail with no bond. Now you will never get out, there's no chance so you might as well tell where Caylee is. What you are doing to your family is beyond cruel, not to mention what you probably did to Caylee. No more men for you, no more dancing, no more strip poles. Whatever are you going to do? Oh, I know, you're going to enjoy Big Bertha.

I'm going to mail her a tee shirt that says: "I killed my daughter and all I got was this lousy prison sentence".

 

[Im On It]

I noticed that many of the letters on this site are written in the name of many of KC's friends...just people writing what they think KC's friends and family would/should write to her.

I doubt this is actually from CA. There's no typos.

 

[Im On It]

Definitely NOT from Cindy. She has much better grammar than that and I imagine is a much better speller.

Not really...she rambles...remember her Myspace blog?

"She came into my life unexspectedly, just as she has left me. This precious little angel from above gave me strength and unconditional love. Now she is gone and I don’t know why. All I am guilty of is loving her and providing her a safe home. Jealousy has taken her away. Jealousy from the one person that should be thankfull for all of the love and support given to her. A mother’s love is deep, however there are limits when one is betrayed by the one she loved and trusted the most. A daughter comes to her mother for support when she is pregnant, the mother says without hesitation it will be ok. And it was. But then the lies and betrayal began. First it seemed harmless, ah, love is blind. A mother will look for the good in her child and give them a chance to change. This mother gave chance after chance for her daughter to change, but instead more lies more betrayal. What does the mother get for giving her daughter all of these chances? A broken heart. The daughter who stole money, lots of money, leaves without warning and does not let her mother now speak to the baby that her mother raised, fed, clothed, sheltered, paid her medical bills, etc. Instead tells her friends that her mother is controlling her life and she needs her space. No money, no future. Where did she go? Who is now watching out for the little angel?"

 

[JustJax]

La Bella Vida, Casey, La Bella Vida....

I saw someone post to this effect here but it's worth mentioing again...

Not beautiful life anymore...more like "Beautiful LIFER"