"You never know what you got until it's gone."
I always assume that it hurts a lot when things that have always been there with you gone, without you realizing how much it means to you the whole time.
Guess what.
It hurts a lot more when you DO know what you got, this whole time, and then it's gone.
Just like my good umbrella that I lost at school last year.
Or the best kitty in the world that has gone last February.
And it turns out that knowing it'll gone anytime don't help. The knowledge that you'll be left behind doesn't console anything. It won't change that your heart will be broken all the same.
So.
You never know what you got until it's gone---no you don't. You always know what you got. You just think you would never lost it. Or forgot that it would eventually gone.
But even if you remember...
It doesn't change the fact that you might get sad a little,
or depressed a little,
or cries a little (or a lot),
when it happens.
And that's not so bad.
Given the right amount of time, everything heals.
Because you have a lifetime to heal, and even if you don't,
nothing here will hurt after death.
