tovarisch
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She was absolutely certainly NOT stinking, DeeDee. She had been dead for less than 12 hours, and she was a healthy very small child.
She did NOT stink when her father carried her remains upstairs.
I'm really offended by your characterization of what happened when her father brought her remains upstairs.
By the way, none of us know how we would react if we found our preschooler tortured to death in our home. I don't know how I would react, at all. I certainly would grab up the remains and bring them into the public area. Are the people who think the Ramseys murdered her thinking that they should have said hey cops, come here, wow we've found her? There is no way to categorize what a grieving father would do, finding her remains in the state they were in.
I will share personal. My first young husband died, heart arrest. He was into sports. I was not around at the tragic moment, I saw him alive that morning and the next time I saw him three days later at the funeral house. I came to the casket and asked everybody -- Who is he? It`s not my husband! And I started screaming--It`s not him! !It`s not him. I looked down-- and it was not him ! I was angry why I need to be there and where is my beloved husband now, what they did to him? I almost moved out of the funeral sight, not willing to say good-by to a dead man I was told was my husband and he was not , then one relative came closed to my face, and she said looking right into my eyes with a strong voice-It`s him! It`s him and he is dead, admit it. And I looked at her and asked- Are you sure? She said-Yes. And that was it. I looked at the casket and now it was my husband. It was denial on my behalf until other person brought me to a reality. The same with John.He knew she was dead, but he needed somebody to tell him that verbally. I`m not trying to convert anybody, but my surreal experience was something to do with the fact I had not seem my husband dying.