|"Emotionally Incapable" of protecting a baby|
My thoughts are towards you, today, Father's Day, 2013.
I hope that today is the day you become a man, and come clean to police and allow Ayla to have a proper Christian burial!
I hope today is the day you look at yourself in the mirror, and you take responsibility for Ayla's death, and put away the stories of denial that you have told yourself, and those closest to you.
I hope today is the day you put away all unmanly excuses that you have made, blaming your own father, or even your mother.
I hope today is the day you decide to no longer let women do your speaking and protecting and realize how shameful it is for a man to be protected by his mother, his friend's mother, his sister, and his girlfriend. We are the protectors in life, the ones who sacrifice for women and children.
We are the ones who make payments on life insurance policies so that others will benefit from our deaths, not the other way around.
We are those who, when it is cold, get up early, stoke the fire, and leave the comfort of warm blankets in Wintry mornings to our wives and our children.
We are the ones who work two jobs, exploiting our strength, for the benefit of our families.
We are the ones who open our mouths for those who cannot speak.
We are the ones who walk away from the fights we know we can win with ease.
We are the ones who makes shoes for others, even if it means going barefoot.
We are the ones who make mistakes, own them, tell others how sorry we are for them, and learn from them.
We are the ones who remain silent, knowing that our tongues could cause fires, when wisdom dictates.
We are the ones who rebuke when wisdom calls for rebuke, but do so knowing our own frail natures, and ability to harm. Therefore, we temper what we say and what we do, with sober mindedness.
Happy Father's Day, Justin, as you now stand with an opportunity to set an example for your living child, on how a man owns what he has done, and what it means to face consequences with a face set like flint, without pandering to emotional whims and follies.
Happy Father's Day, Justin, with today, perhaps, just perhaps, the day you do the right thing.
For those who do not know, Ayla Reynolds was reported kidnapped by her father, Justin DiPietro, who has not told the truth. Statement Analysis indicated him for not only deception, but for indicating that Ayla was dead.
Police revealed the failed polygraph, and that Ayla's blood was shed in the home of Justin DiPietro's mother.
In spite of the lies that he, his sister, his mother, and his girlfriend have told, and the physical evidence of blood, he remains free to this day, without arrest.
6 weeks before reporting her falsely kidnapped, the chronically unemployed, single father, took out a life insurance policy, not for, but against Ayla, and not his other child.
He made a financial wager that he would out live his child.
He was right.
When asked to speak to the 'kidnappers', he hid behind women, who all readily spoke for him, in their own shame and folly, as the unmanly DiPietro hid in the bathroom, even after Nancy Grace took up his challenge to come to Maine and walk in his shoes.
Ayla was likely dumped in water (his statement included the phrase, "rumors floating around out there") and her remains are likely to be never found, but disintegrated by nature.
It also remains unknown why prosecutors have not issued arrest warrants for him and those who have lied for him.
Ayla's mother, Trista Reynolds, is left bereft of her child this day, and every day since that dreadful and fateful night before DiPietro called 911 to begin the tale of deception.