First time waking up at 7 am willingly by myself.
First time riding in a limousine.
First time going to a funeral.
First time seeing a dead body up close.
First time seeing my cousins cry.
All these "firsts" aren't necessarily pleasant experiences.
Even riding in a limo...was a bit of a pain...
I had to sit backwards.
Life is full of many many "firsts".
In many circumstances we can choose, who to give our firsts to.
But the times when we can't choose, we can only choose to accept.
I've accepted that you are gone.
But acceptance doesn't take away how much I miss you.
Acceptance doesn't take away the pain of separation.
