How do I put to words how much I hate that TV? How do I describe how it felt to destroy it? When I first laid eyes on the television it lierally took my breath away, it was the first time I had seen it since that day. It was much bigger than I remember and all I could think was my poor, poor baby girl. I have wanted to destroy the televison that killed Mckenna for over 2 years and I finally got the chance this past Sunday. I couldn't get rid of it or sell it because I couldn't fathom a family watching the TV that took my child's life. When the day finally came to destroy the thing that took her from me I had so many emotions going through my body. I was scared, nervous and had flashbacks all morning. I was curious to see how I would react and how I would feel when I was done. I decided to to take it out to the desert to destroy it so I could shoot at the screen to make sure it would be easier to break. First shot cracked the screen and what a feeling that was to just see the broken screen. I shot 3 more times to make sure it would break when I hit it with the bat. So I then grabbed the bat and made my way towards the TV ready to beat the hell out of it. The first hit was amazing I then started banging the TV with such force that I was out of breath and my arms began to ache but I wouldn't and couldn't stop. I just kept hitting it saying in my head you son of a bitch you took Mckenna away from me, I hate you, it's because of you I have to live the rest of my life without her. I hit it till I couldn't break it anymore than I already did. I was out of breath and shaking. It was gone, it was destroyed finally after 2 years 3 months and 13 days I finally destroyed the thing that caused me to lose Mckenna. The next day my body hurt and I was sore but it was worth all the pain to destroy that F***ing television.
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