I've been on an emotional roller coaster lately.
One minute, I'm fine living my normal life.
Next, I'm wailing like a banshee with tears and snot flowing down my face.
Now was one of those moments.
This is because I came to the realization that I've lost them both.
Apparently, when you lose the second, it reminds you of how much you miss the first.
What hurts the most is the fact that I now have to live the rest of my life without them.
The fact that my children will never know their warm smiles and hugs.
And the fact that no one will ever love me the same again.
No one will love me the way a grandmother loves her granddaughter.