I miss old people...

Andy and I were finally able to make it to the temple the other night (thanks mom for watching our girls) and it was much needed. A peaceful couple of hours where I can relax, clear my head, ponder, reflect, and gain perspective. I always leave the temple with a new outlook on life and a new determination to be better. This time, though, along with all those things, I left the temple with an aching hole in my heart.

I miss my grandparents.

Today marks the one year anniversary of my Grandma Larsen's passing. I guess I hadn't realized it, but for the past year I haven't had any real conversation with anyone older than about 50. Seeing those cute little temple workers really brought back the pains I felt when I lost my grandma. I miss her and my grandpa so so much.

I miss their wisdom.
I miss their love.
I miss their guidance.
I miss hearing about and learning from their life experiences.
I miss their support.
I miss their praise and encouragement.

Basically, I feel as though they've left two tiny holes in my heart that can never and will never be filled in this life.

Maybe I should find a nursing home to visit every week to try to fill the void. I truly never thought life would be much different, let alone hard without any grandparents. But it is. I hope they both know how much I love and miss them. And how much I appreciate all that I've gained just by knowing them.

Love you to the sky and back, Grams & Gramps. 123.