Death of Caylee Anthony On July 15th 2008, Caylee Anthony was reported missing by her grandmother, Cindy, who claimed that she had not seen her granddaughter in 31 days. Cindy called the police after picking up her daughter Casey’s impounded vehicle, which smelled strongly of a decomposing body. Cindy found a bag of garbage in the trunk of Casey’s car but no trace of a body. Cindy had attempted to contact and visit Caylee over the past month, but Casey Anthony refused visitation, claiming that Caylee was with a nanny named Zenaida Fernandez Gonzalez, or at the beach or parks. Casey had given Cindy various explanations as to Caylee’s whereabouts before finally telling her mother that she had not seen Caylee for multiple weeks.
Grierson’s taxes but she claimed her father had loaned money to the town and she believed she did not owe colonel Sartoris and the city any money. Almost every year on the first day they mailed Miss Grierson a tax notice and February always came with no reply back from her. They then went on to write a formal letter also asking her to call the sheriff’s office but she didn’t reply either. A week or so after that the mayor wrote a letter to her offering to send one of his cars for her then got a reply from her on a piece of note paper telling him that she no longer left her house at all so it was another reason why she didn’t see the need to pay taxes. A deputation knocked on her door, led by one of the servants and they went through the house.
But today was not a normal Thursday. Maybe a minute or less later I watched outside the bathroom window as a moving van came down the driveway. Our family, as we knew it, was demolished. My mom hadn't even told my dad where she was going, let alone that she was even going. She told him she was going to leave him a note, then give him a call later tonight after we had left.
An Oakdale teen, Amanda Clark, crashed her car twice while using her phone. Amanda believed she was able to talk on the phone and drive like a pro until she rolled her car and walked away. She wrote in her diary, “I would never talk and drive again.” She told her family, her boyfriend, and her best friend that she would be a better driver and put her cell phone away. One year and one day after her first crash, she drove off a freeway embankment while texting. She did not make it out alive that
However, things began to escalate when reporters stated that Casey didn’t report Caylee’s disappearance till a month later. At even that time, it wasn’t Casey who reported Caylee’s death; it was the grandmother, Cynthia Anthony, who was also known in this case at Cindy. (Chuck Hustmyre, Criminal Minds and Methods, Crime Library). During the trial, Cindy who is Casey Anthony’s mother, stated to the police that her daughter went missing at the same time that Caylee went missing . Casey went missing at that time with her mothers car.
We have had sisters drive out in the rain at 2 am to bring a sister gas for her car, one sister drove a fellow new member all the way home to Maryland when her grandfather passed away and she was an emotional wreck, and we have had sisters drop everything and run to take a sister to the hospital because she had just had surgery on her knee and it gave out. These are not things one would do unless they cared. These friendships are ones that will last a lifetime. For example, I was sitting at Dina’s one day and a wom... ... middle of paper ... ... with any stereotype this is not accurate. My sorority is not anywhere near a “typical” sorority.
I thought this was unusual because I knew my grandpa was home, but I had forgotten a school fundraiser form for my aunts to look at, so I turned around and drove back home to Jonesborough. While driving home my friend Rachel and her mother were behind me, they followed me all the way to my house. I thought it was some kind of joke, but when we pulled into my driveway, Rachel yelled, “Get in the car! They had to take your grandma to the hospital.” That was one of the worst rides of my life. Rachel and her mother told me my grandma had passed out at church.
When walking in the door, my mom told us that she and my dad needed to have their taxes done that night and that we had to go with them. Jake and I begged to stay home, but our parents did not buy it. When my dad arrived home from work, we jumped in the truck and left. Even though it was only a half hour ride it felt like we had been driving forever. We arrived to an unknown town at a random house that I did not recognize.
My mother walked in from Walgreen’s and said, pack some clothes for a few days. She did not tell me what we were about to do, but I didn’t question her as I gathered clothes because I sensed something was wrong. We got in the car and drove for about thirty minutes before my mother said anything. I definitely knew something was wrong because my mother is never quiet. Then my mother finally broke out and said we are going to Jackson because Mama is dead.
She will rent a car and on her way to Maine, she will stop by to see her children. It’s September and by the time she will get to Maine it will be December; the only thing she is worried about is whether she’ll make it until then. Here she goes on her adventure of a lifetime. As she leaves Florida for Georgia, she passes by rainy Atlanta and makes her first stop at her daughter’s house. She rings the bell and no one answers.