I used to believe that the ‘firsts’ were the most significant moments – the first step, the first kiss, the first time. But in truth it is the ‘lasts’ that often resonate the loudest and longest – the last steps, the last word, the last time. The ‘firsts’ come with hope and the promise of more, the ‘lasts’ with loss and finality. The ‘firsts’ can be anticipated and looked forward to, the ‘lasts’ can too often not be confirmed as such until it is too late; then you can never return to make the most of that ‘last’ moment.