The trial starts today. The fate of the woman who took Candace's life rests in the hands of 12 ordinary citizens. I pray with all my heart that God filled those jury seats with a purpose. It hits me hard to realize that this little inanimate object, one that fits so nice and neat in the palm of my hand, can represent so many different things.
Candace's, cut short, taken away
for a speedy trial, for justice, for retribution
for closure, for peace, for satisfaction
for a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a teacher
at lack of remorse, at irresponsibility, at stupidity
for years that should be spent with and not without, her mother's - one that never wanes
"Kansas, Googs, Ween..." honesty, humility, and infectious sillyness