December 20 -We have the power

Caitlin left this earthly plane seven years ago. Seven years is impossible, as was two, as will be twenty.

What endures: her wisdom, her words, the good she continues to inspire.

The Caitlin O’Hara Community Health Clinic is saving lives. The Leo Project community programs are thriving, as is Jess – who just finished her first semester of her MPH program at Harvard, whilst also running the show in Kenya. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผโ€‚!

Nick is working on stone installations in her memory -hopefully to be shared with you in 2024.

I committed to returning to the novel I was writing during the transplant wait. I finished and plan to dedicate it to her memory.โ€‚(She was its first reader, its best editor, and a fan. ๐Ÿ™‚ )

During the years of that wait, when I often only had the time to write for 30 precious minutes a day, it was easy for writing to feel futile. Pointless. But one day I received a letter. It was from a reader of Cascade who, after finishing it, was moved to quit her job and commit to the painting career she’d dreamed of for years. Never underestimate the power of your art to change lives, she wrote. That letter kept me going during some dark times.

It’s easy to underestimate the positive influence each of us has on others, often without ever knowing about it. It’s a hard time on this planet right now but we can all do what feels good and right. I’ll leave us with Caitlin’s powerful last message:

Peace on earth, goodwill to all.

Maryanne โ™ฅ๏ธ

July 31 — A bomb in Paris triggered superstition, then acceptance of her situation. Words from Caitlin on her birthday ๐ŸŒŸ

We are on Martha’s Vineyard, and today is Caitlin’s birthday. I’m reminded of another birthday of hers spent here, the year she turned 12. It was the terrible year of lung surgeries and months-long inpatient recoveries. But that summer, we received a two-week respite from the hospital, and the respite was spent here. Those weeks return to me in images that feel other-worldly, suspended in time, magical. Riding the Flying Horses carousel in Oak Bluffs, spending hours on State Beach reading The Stone Diaries, a book that would later become a lifelong favorite of Caitlin’s, buying boxes of Murdick’s Fudge. Hearing news of a bombing in Paris that shocked us and caused us to wonder whether life really did unfold for a reason.

Caitlin wrote about that year and its Paris connection in an essay when she was a college sophomore. I’ll let her take over:

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