Something about Firsts...

One of my friends told me that the “firsts” are usually the hardest. In three weeks I’ll be celebrating three firsts without her - Christmas, New Year, and my Birthday. In my previous entry, I mentioned that I found myself closest to her when I’m traveling, I guess, it’s the same reason why it feels like the ocean is calling me again. I want to be close to her, I want to feel her touch, her embrace, hear her voice.

Truth is, for most times, I just forget that she’s not with us anymore, but whenever I remember, it starts all over again. But then I’d realized that she’s somewhere else, somewhere better that any place she’s been.

I miss her. I miss my Mom.