I've learned the hard way that until you kiss the cold dead gray lips of The one TRUE Love-of-your-Life, after witnessing their last breath in your arms, then having to walk away from their body for the very last time, you can NOT understand real loss.
Before Gus died, I had nearly all of my possessions stolen. But I still had my life, and I still had Gus. So I got over it. Those things I lost were only things after all.
I know I am blessed to have had Gus' amazing unconditional Love and I know it's more than some people will ever have.
I also now know real loss, and that's why I don't sweat the small stuff anymore. Now I know first hand that the best things in life are not things, and compared to losing Gus, everything else is small stuff.
Perspective is everything, and there is no substitute for experience. I'll never get over losing Gus, but I'm getting on with it.
Blessed Be
~Drea