Dear Courageous Caitie,
You do not know me personally, I don’t know your parents personally, but since I knew your story, Gofund Me has been updating me. I am a mother, and a daughter too.
Let me tell you a few things, you were a very beautiful little lady. You had this distinct smile that every time I read about your updates, my heart pumped up with so much courage. Your alias Courageous Caitie suited you well.
My morning routine included you. The only email I read every morning was Baby Center’s update, and Louisse’s GoFund Me update. I don’t know Louisse either, but I was touched by how she wrote about you.
You were a gem. You were what mothers, parents, and adults in general should be looking up to. At the age of 3, you knew far better than any teenage girl who’s only problem is if she will be allowed to go out with her friends. I cannot compare your courage with anyone. I cannot compare the smile you gave on every photo.
Today, the parents, parents-to-be, and my Facebook feed is crying. We are in grief because we are following your story. We are crying now, but crying for the right reasons.
I do not know how many times I have complained because the train is too crowded. I am fighting my own battles everyday, small battles that might not be significant, but I call it a battle. With your beautiful smile on your photos, I didn’t see any marks of whining. I didn’t see any complaints, and I felt in your smile that complaining is the biggest waste of time there is.
I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for teaching me that I am not always in control, but that God is. You simply made me realize that life is about putting myself in the best possible position but not entirely making control of the situation. You never chose the situation you were in, but living everyday with a smile on your face, without doubt that your present is as promising as your future, you got me in there. I was moved.
Reading about how brave you were, I realized that you were fighting not to win, but you were fighting to fight. It was not about the end goal, but it was about your experience and your journey to fight.
You had inspired me to finish my day, and let the days come and go; that there are awful days, and happy days. The most important thing is, that we had to finish that day, and be prepared for a tomorrow.
Your parents are inspiration to other parents. They are as strong as you were. You made your parents proud, Courageous Caitie.
Rest before you are tired, because I’m pretty sure that wherever you are now, there’s more playing, and there’s a lot of fun activities in there.
P.S. Just so you know, and I hope you heard us, my husband, my daughter, and I prayed for you before hitting the sack tonight. If there is internet connection in heaven, please know that a lot of people followed your journey, and we are moved by your story.