It's time to fly

To Rosalie Rutherford,

My dear Rosalie,

It was good to hear from you, even though the circumstances are far from ideal. I’m glad to know that you’re finding some peace in West Hills. I’ve always believed that places can hold memories, both good and bad, and it sounds like West Hills is offering you a bit of both—enough to remind you of home, but also enough distance to help you heal. It’s good that you have your nephew and your work to focus on. Sometimes, that’s all we can do—keep moving forward, even when it feels like the weight of the world is on our shoulders.

I’m relieved to hear that the next dose will be free of the thirst. It’s a strange thing, feeling like you’re constantly parched. I’ve taken to carrying a flask of water with me everywhere, just in case. But I suppose it’s a small price to pay for the relief your remedy brings. I often think of Vincent when I take it—how he would have been pleased to see that your research, is making a difference. It’s a comfort, in a way, knowing that your work lives on and will go on to help so many people.

Rosalie, I want you to know that I’ll keep in touch, as often as I can. Your letters have become a bright spot in my days, and I find myself looking forward to them more than I care to admit. You’ve done more for me than you know, and it’s a debt I can never fully repay. But I promise you this: I’ll always be here, whether you need a friend, an ear, or just a reminder that you’re not alone in this.

Take care of yourself, Rosalie. I’ll write again soon.

With fondness and respect,

Nathaniel Howe

@Rosalie Rutherford