I am told that you don’t realize how much you love something until it is gone. Something someone, some place. One does not simply praise things that are generally quite constant in their lives. Of course, until that constant thing disappears and is no longer present.
Perhaps it is this gap of once-occupied space that become the breeding place for pain. We are usually so stable when everything is where it should be, when everyone is where they should be, when our environment is just right.
It is when things vanish that our lives are imbalanced and out of whack. We realize just how dependent we were of others, things, places. We lose ourselves and forget how to stand. Nevermind the fact that we have our body to keep us upright. Suddenly, we are shaken and displaced.
After this moment, and for many of us, several of these moments, it is a test that we must pass that displays our courage. In the face of loss, do we rise on our own two feet, without the assumed necessary help of others?