I haven't written about A in a very long time. She has been at a rehab facility in New Mexico for just over a year. When she first left, after many months of on and off the wagon, we were told that we would be able to send her mail and receive letters from her after a 90 day blackout period. This seemed reasonable, and a policy that made total sense. After 90 days Renee and I sent letters, only to have them returned with a note saying that she could not receive mail. After a few weeks, we learned that she would not be able to have any contact with non-immediate family for one year. it was tough, knowing that she was going through a tough process but not knowing what was going on with her life for an entire year. (we did receive occasional messages from her mom that she was "doing well" but not much detail other than that.) but we knew that it was the best thing for her. Renee and I talked about her often, wishing she was there despite her noticeable absence. christmas, birthdays, celebrations, personal struggles. she always had the right thing to say.
a year has passed. We've learned that she will be able to begin writing to us this month. and in about 6 months, we can begin writing back.
It's crazy how fast a year has gone. actually, it's not. i know how quickly time passes when you aren't paying attention. but what is more startling is how much things have changed in the one year A has not been here. what i know, is that i will love filling her in when we can finally communicate with her again.
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