Today I found some notes my dad had written on her family history file. I thought it was quite something that I found it today of all days:
Caitlin was six days old when she died. I (her father) held her in my arms as she slipped away. I would gladly have given my life for her to have been made well. We all loved her and were looking forward to looking after her and watching her grow. She was small and beautifull, perfect. For the short life that Caitlin had she touched a great number of lives.
I was able to give Caitlin her name and a blessing about an hour before we lossed
her. I felt pain in a way that I never have before.
Caitlin was six days old when she died.
It just reminds me to keep behaving so I can be with her for eternity.