Not only do we not get used to the losses, but it gets harder with each one. You think nothing can hurt you anymore, but it does.

There's a poem that has marginally helped me put things in perspective and has helped others I've sent it to.

The Fragile Circle
"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle,easily and often breached.

Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,
never fully understanding the necessary plan."

~Irving Townsend~