I had a hard time watching this video montage of Caylee Anthony, shown during the slain girl's memorial service this morning, all the way to the end. As a young, happy and living Caylee played in the bath and danced on her bed, I kept seeing my own daughter through all the same life stages.
And I couldn't stop projecting Caylee's tragedy into my own life ... how anyone could possibly manage ... what indescribable pain and sadness would consume me ... how I'd be able to even go on living ...
Anyway, I had to turn it off.
How does it make you feel to watch this video of little Caylee?