I keep coming back to how, once upon a time, this was just about the saddest story I'd ever heard. I'd never had my heart really broken before I'd heard the story about what happened to an innocent child who had created the most wonderful, innocent gifts for her friends. I thought that I would never know what happened to this girl, that I'd always think of her as a lost child hiding from the world. That's how wrong I was about her, how much I underestimated her.
When your heart REALLY breaks, it's like the joyspring is busted, like a watch that won't wind up again. Eventually, I was able to forget about her, but for those months, I was sad. I'd internalized a very powerful and visceral lesson about how terrible the world can be.
The next part didn't just happen. She made it happen, with her courage and her wisdom and her intelligence.
I saw Catie sign an autograph as Boxxy,and i remembered that I'd asked her to sign my autographed photo as Boxxy, and she had signed it Catie, and I'm glad she did, because I never think of her as Boxxy anymore. But I'm also glad that she's comfortable signing as Boxxy. I think that Catie and Boxxy are getting along pretty good these days.
The world is now a place where amazing things happen. Thank you, Catie, for being a part of one of the best parts of my life. It's not just you. I have kittens now! I'm a caregiver. I'm building a studio in my apartment. I'm getting ready to make more personal videos. Before I discovered you, I think I was getting ready to die.