Firsts

When Sue died, a wise old friend who’d been similarly bereaved said: “Expect a terrible year of ‘firsts’ — the first Christmas, the first New Year’s Eve, the first Easter, the first wedding anniversary — the first birthday — without her. After that it gets easier because next time round it won’t be the ‘first’ anything”. Well, she was right about the first bit. I only hope she is right about the second. Today was Sue’s birthday.