What I miss

I miss my mom and my nana. When my son performs, it makes me ache for my Mom. She is missing seeing her grandson sing on stage like she did once. She should be here to see this. When I got done with my lesson plan, I felt this overwhelming urge to call my mom and tell her... because that is what I would have done. I was looking at gardening books tonight and it struck me hard. I had to put the book away. All my gardening know how has come from my mom and nana. If I had a question about a plant, I always asked them, because they always knew the answer. Then that makes me remember all the crap mom and I would do to get a plant and propragate plants together. I hate to cook, but if I wanted to know what temperature to put the oven for, I called nana. She was such a good cook. I LOVED to eat her cooking. SO many pieces are tied to them. So many little areas of my life that are just missing a piece. I feel lonely and I miss them. It does get better with time, but only because it is not a constant sharp pain, just an intermittment sharp pain with a dull ache in between.