Last night was the Perseides Meteor Shower. Viewing this gorgeous sky show has been a yearly tradition for us--sit out on the deck from midnight to 3 a.m., talking, laughing, ooohing and ahhing. But this year there was no one to sit with. My girls are grown up and out on their own. I know I should be proud, and I truly am, but I'm also really lonely without them. They are the people I enjoy most on earth, and I feel their absence so acutely during traditions like this.
I just couldn't sit out there by myself, but now I regret missing my chance.
I know I'll get over this feeling of loss, but I think I'm going to allow myself to wallow a little while longer.