the year of firsts

It is the year of firsts.
For the next year, every event on the calendar will be the first one since my mother died; the first one without her.

First up- Mother's Day.

To be honest, it really wasn't that bad.
It wasn't that bad because every day hurts.
Sundays hurt.
That's the day I think "oh I better call..."
Even though we laughed at Hallmark Holidays, we still called to acknowledge it.
And now the year of firsts will have many opportunities that won't follow through because she is not there on the other end.

So one day doesn't hurt more than the rest.
Each one is a first.