I believe we always know when we lose something we love the instant we lose them. Even if they're still within sight, we know they won't be there in a moment. Like dropping a very fragile vase, we know it will break instants before it hits the ground. We know we can't fix it. I should say so, I was always such a clumsy child. Not on purpose, of course. I always tried to pay attention, tried to be careful. It was never enough. And it didn't help to see others think that I didn't care. I did, I still do. I can't help caring.
There was one time my mother actually called me that. Clumsy, "desastrada". A disaster waiting to happen. I cried, she apologized. It still hurts to remember. Her prized possession is still broken, can't be fixed.