I wrote three sentences about this right after it happened.
The trial was this week. Guilty verdict. Death sentence.
When I allow myself to think about it, read about it I almost go numb and my heart breaks all over again. It's upsetting from every single angle.
It feels improper for me to write about it or even really have feelings about it -- although believe me, the feelings are expansive and painful.
I'm reading Adam Hamilton's Confronting the Controversies: Biblical Perspectives on Tough Issues (referral link) and coincidentally read the death penalty chapter the night before the sentencing. I've never tried to decide what I think, and even now my opinion is clouded by a personal connection. But I liked what he had to say (Google Books link to that chapter).