When my parents died we were arranged from each other. We were never able to form a close bond except perhaps when I was 2 years older younger. I never really knew what it was like to be close enough to somebody somebody to have their heart torn in 2 from their loss laugh like someone who had one who had someone who was actually a part of their life and then gone.

The less of something you have the more you tend to appreciate it. In the most extreme cases of drought or absence of something in one’s life… having touched it for a brief moment, they can experience an appreciation or a love few would ever know.