Words are so inadequate to capture the spirit, the essence, the humor, the creativity, the love, the sparkling personality of Caitlin Jane Thompson who on November 20th "touched the face of God."
To know Caitlin is to never forget her. Her memory sparkles. As her father, Michael, wrote, "She was a special little light [who] could make a smile appear even during tough days."
Caitlin was born on May 24th, 1999, the youngest of three children. She had the soul of an artist, she noticed everything, analyzed everything, remembered everything, talked about everything. She stood up for the underdog and the marginalized and was a kind sister, daughter and step-daughter. She was forgiving, never wanted to bother anyone and hated drama. She loved to draw, sing, learn, write, design, do make-up, create and play the trumpet. She was good at everything she did!
Caitlin took joy in the small pleasures in life...a concert, a new pair of sunglasses, chocolate milk. Music was her joy, her passion and her escape. She didn't just know some of the details of her favorite songs and artists...she knew every single lyric, song, album, inspiration and all the details of the singers' lives.
Caitlin was an incredibly talented make-up artist. Her face...or any available and willing face...was her canvas. There was no style she couldn't duplicate and no color she hadn't colored her hair, from green to pink, from black to blonde. You never knew what color her hair would be the next time you saw her.
But she wasn't just talented with make-up and brushes, she was also excellent with a pencil. She had the eye of an artist although sketching eyes was tricky. That's why, she said, she usually had her model's hair flop over one eye. She could sketch one eye perfectly but getting the other eye to match was a challenge.
That was Caitlin. Quirky. She had a perspective, a way of thinking that made everyone around her smile. On seeing J. C. Penney's new branding, a blank square green box, she observed, "Well that doesn't do anything for me." The eye of an artist and a designer.
On the evening of Friday, November 20th, 2020, Caitlin Jane Thompson was translated from her terrestrial sorrow to Heavenly joy. She escaped this vale of tears and touched the face of God, safe at last in the loving arms of Jesus and her Heavenly Father. "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away." (Rev. 21:4)
Caitlin was beautiful, inside and out. She was and is loved and is terribly missed. On the night she passed, her father wrote: "Fly high, my sweet daughter, my angel, Jesus will guide you in Heaven...we will stay strong and keep [your] memory alive in our hearts."
Blessed be her memory.
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UPDATE APRIL 2022: Although Caitlin has no grave nor tombstone, the heroic Canadian Freedom Trucker, Csaba Vizi, put a memorial to Caitlin on his "Big Red" Volvo. Now Caitlin's legacy rolls wherever Csaba rolls for Freedom!
To know Caitlin is to never forget her. Her memory sparkles. As her father, Michael, wrote, "She was a special little light [who] could make a smile appear even during tough days."
Caitlin was born on May 24th, 1999, the youngest of three children. She had the soul of an artist, she noticed everything, analyzed everything, remembered everything, talked about everything. She stood up for the underdog and the marginalized and was a kind sister, daughter and step-daughter. She was forgiving, never wanted to bother anyone and hated drama. She loved to draw, sing, learn, write, design, do make-up, create and play the trumpet. She was good at everything she did!
Caitlin took joy in the small pleasures in life...a concert, a new pair of sunglasses, chocolate milk. Music was her joy, her passion and her escape. She didn't just know some of the details of her favorite songs and artists...she knew every single lyric, song, album, inspiration and all the details of the singers' lives.
Caitlin was an incredibly talented make-up artist. Her face...or any available and willing face...was her canvas. There was no style she couldn't duplicate and no color she hadn't colored her hair, from green to pink, from black to blonde. You never knew what color her hair would be the next time you saw her.
But she wasn't just talented with make-up and brushes, she was also excellent with a pencil. She had the eye of an artist although sketching eyes was tricky. That's why, she said, she usually had her model's hair flop over one eye. She could sketch one eye perfectly but getting the other eye to match was a challenge.
That was Caitlin. Quirky. She had a perspective, a way of thinking that made everyone around her smile. On seeing J. C. Penney's new branding, a blank square green box, she observed, "Well that doesn't do anything for me." The eye of an artist and a designer.
On the evening of Friday, November 20th, 2020, Caitlin Jane Thompson was translated from her terrestrial sorrow to Heavenly joy. She escaped this vale of tears and touched the face of God, safe at last in the loving arms of Jesus and her Heavenly Father. "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away." (Rev. 21:4)
Caitlin was beautiful, inside and out. She was and is loved and is terribly missed. On the night she passed, her father wrote: "Fly high, my sweet daughter, my angel, Jesus will guide you in Heaven...we will stay strong and keep [your] memory alive in our hearts."
Blessed be her memory.
_____________________________
UPDATE APRIL 2022: Although Caitlin has no grave nor tombstone, the heroic Canadian Freedom Trucker, Csaba Vizi, put a memorial to Caitlin on his "Big Red" Volvo. Now Caitlin's legacy rolls wherever Csaba rolls for Freedom!
Words are so inadequate to capture the spirit, the essence, the humor, the creativity, the love, the sparkling personality of Caitlin Jane Thompson who on November 20th "touched the face of God."
To know Caitlin is to never forget her. Her memory sparkles. As her father, Michael, wrote, "She was a special little light [who] could make a smile appear even during tough days."
Caitlin was born on May 24th, 1999, the youngest of three children. She had the soul of an artist, she noticed everything, analyzed everything, remembered everything, talked about everything. She stood up for the underdog and the marginalized and was a kind sister, daughter and step-daughter. She was forgiving, never wanted to bother anyone and hated drama. She loved to draw, sing, learn, write, design, do make-up, create and play the trumpet. She was good at everything she did!
Caitlin took joy in the small pleasures in life...a concert, a new pair of sunglasses, chocolate milk. Music was her joy, her passion and her escape. She didn't just know some of the details of her favorite songs and artists...she knew every single lyric, song, album, inspiration and all the details of the singers' lives.
Caitlin was an incredibly talented make-up artist. Her face...or any available and willing face...was her canvas. There was no style she couldn't duplicate and no color she hadn't colored her hair, from green to pink, from black to blonde. You never knew what color her hair would be the next time you saw her.
But she wasn't just talented with make-up and brushes, she was also excellent with a pencil. She had the eye of an artist although sketching eyes was tricky. That's why, she said, she usually had her model's hair flop over one eye. She could sketch one eye perfectly but getting the other eye to match was a challenge.
That was Caitlin. Quirky. She had a perspective, a way of thinking that made everyone around her smile. On seeing J. C. Penney's new branding, a blank square green box, she observed, "Well that doesn't do anything for me." The eye of an artist and a designer.
On the evening of Friday, November 20th, 2020, Caitlin Jane Thompson was translated from her terrestrial sorrow to Heavenly joy. She escaped this vale of tears and touched the face of God, safe at last in the loving arms of Jesus and her Heavenly Father. "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away." (Rev. 21:4)
Caitlin was beautiful, inside and out. She was and is loved and is terribly missed. On the night she passed, her father wrote: "Fly high, my sweet daughter, my angel, Jesus will guide you in Heaven...we will stay strong and keep [your] memory alive in our hearts."
Blessed be her memory.
_____________________________
UPDATE APRIL 2022: Although Caitlin has no grave nor tombstone, the heroic Canadian Freedom Trucker, Csaba Vizi, put a memorial to Caitlin on his "Big Red" Volvo. Now Caitlin's legacy rolls wherever Csaba rolls for Freedom!
To know Caitlin is to never forget her. Her memory sparkles. As her father, Michael, wrote, "She was a special little light [who] could make a smile appear even during tough days."
Caitlin was born on May 24th, 1999, the youngest of three children. She had the soul of an artist, she noticed everything, analyzed everything, remembered everything, talked about everything. She stood up for the underdog and the marginalized and was a kind sister, daughter and step-daughter. She was forgiving, never wanted to bother anyone and hated drama. She loved to draw, sing, learn, write, design, do make-up, create and play the trumpet. She was good at everything she did!
Caitlin took joy in the small pleasures in life...a concert, a new pair of sunglasses, chocolate milk. Music was her joy, her passion and her escape. She didn't just know some of the details of her favorite songs and artists...she knew every single lyric, song, album, inspiration and all the details of the singers' lives.
Caitlin was an incredibly talented make-up artist. Her face...or any available and willing face...was her canvas. There was no style she couldn't duplicate and no color she hadn't colored her hair, from green to pink, from black to blonde. You never knew what color her hair would be the next time you saw her.
But she wasn't just talented with make-up and brushes, she was also excellent with a pencil. She had the eye of an artist although sketching eyes was tricky. That's why, she said, she usually had her model's hair flop over one eye. She could sketch one eye perfectly but getting the other eye to match was a challenge.
That was Caitlin. Quirky. She had a perspective, a way of thinking that made everyone around her smile. On seeing J. C. Penney's new branding, a blank square green box, she observed, "Well that doesn't do anything for me." The eye of an artist and a designer.
On the evening of Friday, November 20th, 2020, Caitlin Jane Thompson was translated from her terrestrial sorrow to Heavenly joy. She escaped this vale of tears and touched the face of God, safe at last in the loving arms of Jesus and her Heavenly Father. "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away." (Rev. 21:4)
Caitlin was beautiful, inside and out. She was and is loved and is terribly missed. On the night she passed, her father wrote: "Fly high, my sweet daughter, my angel, Jesus will guide you in Heaven...we will stay strong and keep [your] memory alive in our hearts."
Blessed be her memory.
_____________________________
UPDATE APRIL 2022: Although Caitlin has no grave nor tombstone, the heroic Canadian Freedom Trucker, Csaba Vizi, put a memorial to Caitlin on his "Big Red" Volvo. Now Caitlin's legacy rolls wherever Csaba rolls for Freedom!
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