Letters for Rose {to be continued}

Dear Rose, (46)

Just because people make terrible mistakes doesn't mean they are terrible people. So I guess you are not that bad. And I am not that bad either. We just made mistakes, mistakes that are causing us a life of friendship and sisterhood. A full life of happiness together. A full life of songs, plays, dances, trips, family... A full life of you and me. All gone in a blink of a mistake. Even our mistake was shared by the two of us. I'm thinking we really meant that "what you do, I do" thing after all. I'm sorry that we didn't mean the "together forever" part but I am trying to be okay with it. Mistakes sometimes have no explanation. They don't give a sign before they're made. They don't come with instructions about what to do next. They don't come with a book of possible consequences. They don't come with a bible about the people affected by them. They are just one time big fast mistakes with a giant power of destruction. Just like a hurricane. They come, they go, they destroy, they leave people homeless, heartless, hopeless. And that's it, we now have to figure out what to do after all that. Do we quite? Do we move on? Do we wait? Do we pray or do we cry? Maybe both. What do we do? The good part, in my point of view, is that we have to figure that out by ourselves in a long process of learning, healing and fighting. And I think it's a good thing because after that situation is gone we have grown and we are a better person, a better version than what we were. That's what I hope will happen with us. That's what I desperately need to happen. I have hope we'll fix this mistake. You fix yours and I'll fix mine. I will figure out how to fix mine, how to take it back, how to make the situation better. That's what I'm going to do. I'll fix my life.

Cathy