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The neighbor says she gets personal satisfaction out of thinking that it would “burn her ass” if this dead mother knew her dying daughter was being ridiculed.

Another neighbor, who says she’s never known anybody to have no heart or compassion like this couple, says that this woman who has done this says she’s the devil.

They say the coffin is a Halloween decoration (although I think they said they had that coffin around when the mother was dying also) and that it’s in keeping with Halloween and nobody’s going to stop them from “decorating”.

Sick.

Do some research on Huntington’s. It’s an absolutely horrific disease that causes involuntary muscle movement throughout the body. I remember meeting someone with the disease while volunteering a long while back, and while she was able to talk briefly, she couldn’t sit still and flailed about. It was pitiable and very difficult to see, but the sufferers usually at least try to live a normal life, normal being a relative term.

One of the characters in the FOX TV show House has Huntingtons. She conspicuously absent from the show this season, but in seasons past, they’ve shown her as a child with a mother who had the disease. It was difficult to watch.

Nothing in the video to indicate what started the feud. The little girl is a reminder of my childhood with Chorea (a/k/a St. Vitus Dance) which nearly put me under the ground at the age of 7 when combined with Rheumatic Fever. I looked at those blue eyes and that blond pony tail and saw myself at her age. Believe me, she has manned up. To be tortured day and night, headaches you can't even imagine, needles and tests that no amount of “hot chocolate” at bedtime can soothe away in a hospital. Not to have anyone who understands what it is like to be so little and frightened — except Mrs. Brown, a 250 lb. African American nurses aid who took pity on the tears of a little white child who was homesick and afraid and would lie beside me at night until I could go to sleep. Wherever that woman is today, she will always be my hero. I was jammed between her and the wall and was in absolute bliss and would fall asleep at last. Kids were the hurtful ones -- not because they meant to be, they were just kids.

To this day, I can't stand to walk through a children's ward or hospital and see their faces. To hear their cries and look at the fear of the tests that await. 54 years and it still gets me.

To have it right outside her window is like Fred Phelps on steroids. It's sad to see such an attractive young woman as the neighbor so consumed with hate. No matter what the real or imagine slights were, the only one who will be destroyed by the hate is the hater. That child (and her mother) will surely find bliss, healing and comfort in the arms of a loving God and be carried there by a very loving Son.

Nothing anyone could do to the hateful neighbor will equal what awaits her, and nothing anyone can do for that sweet little girl will equal what awaits her. Prayers sent that God blesses that family from one who knows.