Year of Firsts, List of Lasts
As you navigate the Year of Firsts, it’s impossible not to acknowledge the mounting List of Lasts. The clasp breaks on my diamond swirl necklace, the last gift Robert gave me. Watching a movie set in San Francisco, I’m reminded of our last vacation. Some days you see the world in a blur of Lasts. The sense of finality is so strong in that first year as you navigate each day, the pages of the calendar heralding the holidays, his birthday, your anniversary. What are some of the ‘Lasts’ that linger for you?
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