Soup.

I used to cook for my grandmom all the time.  Normally I tried to make her some kind of soup.  I recently came home from Florida. ( More on that on another post )  I ate whatever I wanted for a week straight. Coming home I realized I needed to detox. I made soup.  This was my second time making this soup, and it turned out surprisingly good.  My husband mentioned how good it did look, and unknowingly I said " grandmom would love this soup " .  Not realizing the depth of what I said.  Tuan adds " You would have to bring it all the way to the ocean to get her some " .  Then it hits me.  Grandmom is gone.  I will never be able to make her soup again.  This pain will never end will it?