I want so bad to hold her again, I told her it was a terrible nightmare. I want so much for my family to be whole again. I pray one day soon that will be so we can enjoy all the memories of Anna Marie and rejoice in her life. Mom
My daughter was a bookseller manager for nine year at Barnes and Noble but she also did book reviews for publishers that sent her their next or client’s novels. She had just finished working for one author organizing all characters etc., since the author’s series was going on to her fourth novel. This she was grateful for as it gave her mind something to do vs thinking about four walls closing in on her with cancer and only promises in sight. Some of the books she was sent from publishers to review, she liked and some she didn’t but she was always fair no matter what topic she received. She has one journal packed with book reviews, many on her blog. She was young, just turning 32, her preference was romantic science fiction but she was eclectic in her taste of reading material, she believe in free press. She she loved children. I do believe she read every children book ever in stock at our four libraries. She was in charge of the children section at B&N for years. She helped with book fairs and started a book salon to discuss book open to the public. She was a member of the Northshore Literary Society and was on the board of directors. She was not married, and their were no children in her life.
My day started with hoping to her get to work on time since we were both night owls. Her dad’s day started with making her the best breakfast at any time, she love them and their morning conversations. And my thoughts ended with her as she worked many nights closing the store and it was very normal for us to have late dinner at 11:30 and stay up till 3am.
She loved to debate with her father and got the biggest kick out of his invented words as he was not any more conventional than the rest of us. She loved his story telling abilities and his wit. She love cooking with him which they called dirty pot day, meaning they tried new recipes and left all the dishes for me when I returned home, not always. She missed out on her brother for the last year as he disappeared to run a business in NC. They were like twins growing up.
She was in love with anything and everything to do with books, photos, music, ideas, words, words words. She wrote stories, kept journals, wrote poetry and did drawing, had some published. She loved Disney and all the movies and probably owned 100 collectible statue when they were made from glass not plastic. She loved travel and been to Europe twice and she would take herself to Canada and anywhere there was a book convention or comic books. Yes, even comic books, her first job at 16 was a manager of a comic book store, key holder and all at just 16. This was one responsible organized individual. She had a love of comic books just like all children that went right into collecting them as adults.
The stress in her life was with people that didn’t wish to learn or read or met others half way. She loved young and old people. She was eagerly waiting March to be free of cancer and go off again, and she had been invited by friends to visit Germany.
In school she struggled but she made it even though she was dyslexia she compensated, she actually read the dictionary, she may not be able to spell all the words but she knew what they all meant. She played trivial pursuit games, forced herself to do crossword puzzles. She took dance, teakundo with her brother and was in the choir ( but couldn’t really care a note but she new all the words) and was a girl scout to the full rank of Cadette. She won Science Fairs with her detailed projects and spend lots of time researching other projects for friends to help them succeed as well. She excelled in honor classes where the written word was not the whole grade and finished college with a 3.5. She went on to work at Barnes & Nobles and met authors and got involved in writing groups and had some of her poems published and started her own mini magazine for a while. She started mask making as a hobby, which gave her lots of pleasure, exhibited at St. Tammany Art Association Exhibits and others, sold one the first time exhibited. She than was asked to teach classes at the St. Tammany Library to children and adults in mask making, altered journals and beginner family tree. She loved just about everything, but hated smoking and drinking and didn’t associate with or gather with too many people that did so. She also has many first addition non fiction books and surrounded herself with the company of her peers of authors and hope to be published this year but … in reality she meant next year. But next year will not come for her as God had other ideas for her talents. She traveled with me to dog shows my hobby, and we have tons of stories of getting lost or off road adventures. The van always stopped for bookstores in every state. She would read to me while I drove and I in turn would read to her. She had several champions herself and her new dog Winston will make another impact next year. She also love when we took vacation with nothing set .. we just drove and stopped where and when we wished to do so. She was a wonderful human being, she was better than I was as she had endless patience which I do not possess. Her only fault was being too trusting even thou she would say “I’m not” ….she had faith in everyone. I am not an author by any means so forgive any non sentences. Her dad and I am just the proud parents who were not ready to see her go yet, so many more things to do. We miss her greatly.
In lieu of flowers, donations are requested to the Anna Marie Catoir Memorial Fund, % Capital One Bank, 3840 Hwy 22, Mandeville, La. 70471 – envelopes available at service. This will be used to support causes close to Anna Marie’s heart, to help future aspiring artists & authors through the Northshore Literary Society & the St. Tammany Library.