Dear Catherine,

I'm sorry I haven't talked to you in so long.  I feel I've been lost, no bearings, no compass.  I kept crashing into things, a little crazy I guess.  I've never been lost before.  You were my true North.  I could always steer for home when you were my home.

Forgive me for being so angry when you left.  I still think some mistakes been made, and I'm waiting for God to take it back, but I'm doing better now the work helps me.  Most of all You help me.  You came into my dream last night with that smile of yours that always held me like a lover rocked me like a child.  All I remember from the dream is a feeling of peace.  I woke up with that feeling, and tried to keep it alive as long as I could.  I'm writing to tell you that I'm on a journey toward that peace, and to tell you I'm sorry about so many things.

I'm sorry I didn't take better care of you so you never spent one minute being cold or scarred, or sick.  I'm sorry I didn't try harder to find the words to tell you what I was feeling.  I'm sorry I never fixed the screen door, I fixed it now.  I'm sorry I ever fought with you.  I'm sorry I didn't apologize more.  I was too proud.  I'm sorry I didn't bring you more compliments on everything you wore and every way you fixed your hair, and I'm sorry I didn't hold on to you with so much strength that even God couldn't pull you away.

(I do not claim this writing as my own, rather it is a piece from a movie I adore.)