09/04/2026
This is my family friend, C**t.
This photo was taken January 17, 2010 — one day before he turned 2.
C**t was such a sweet, fun, loving little boy who brought so much joy to the lives of everyone around him. His winning smile touched the hearts of everyone who knew him.
A few of C**t’s favorite words were “YAH” (yeah), “Dude,” “DaDa,” “Moma,” “Shissys” (his sisters), and “NanaPapa” — all one word.
C**t’s favorite thing was baseball. More than anything, he loved to hit the ball. He loved monster trucks, horses, tractors, his cowboy hat, his green John Deere cap, and his boots. But his favorite place of all was the ballpark.
Whenever C**t saw his sisters putting on their uniforms or getting ready for practice, he would run to the door because he knew they were headed to the ballpark. He loved being there and being part of everything his sisters were doing.
He also loved riding in the Jeep. He would stick his head out so the wind could blow in his face. He would smile, laugh, sing, and dance.
C**t was always busy.
He noticed everything — flowers blooming, trees changing, bugs crawling around, a new rock in the road. Nothing got past him. He was curious about the world around him and found joy in the smallest things.
That was C**t.
He was more than the way his life ended.
He was a son. A brother. A grandson. A family member. A little boy who was deeply loved.
Two months and four days after this picture was taken, C**t fell into a swimming pool at a relative’s house while he was being babysat.
There was no fence around the pool.
It was March. It wasn’t swimming season. The water was cold.
It is estimated that C**t was in the water for approximately 20 minutes before he was found.
First responders performed CPR, and C**t was life-flighted to Dell Children’s Hospital. Despite everyone’s efforts, C**t could not be saved.
He was only 2 years old.
I share C**t’s story because I never want him to be remembered only for how he died. I want people to know who he was, how much he was loved, and how much life he had ahead of him.
And I want his story to save lives.
C**t’s death changed my life forever. His memory is the reason I became an Infant Aquatics Survival Specialist and the reason I founded the C**t Catalina Foundation.
Today, I use C**t’s story to advocate for drowning prevention, safer pool environments, and access to survival swim lessons for children.
Because drowning can happen in seconds. It can happen when you least expect it. And it can happen to a child who was never supposed to be swimming that day.
C**t deserved a lifetime.
Since he didn’t get one, I’m determined to help give other children theirs.
https://www.coltcatalinafoundation.com/ #!