when a friend passed away a couple of years ago, i remember distinguishing each place i had been or each day that had passed as my first without her. while i carry the things that she taught me and the memory of her with me always, these little markers of time and space as "my first since" were significant.
this past friday my future brother in law stated that it was the last friday erk and i would be single people. this marking as our "last before" clearly holds another kind of significance. and yet, time is still the protagonist: drawing the lines that form our life maps.
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