Loss is a part of life. It happens in various ways, from death to life. When I say life, I mean people traveling away, or stopping travel. Loss is an inevitable event that we all go through, because it's a part of change, and as they say, the only thing that doesn't change is that things change. In change, you lose one thing for another, whether it be a hot, crazy girlfriend, to a sane, not so hot one, or a girlfriend to a dog... however that transaction may happen..... no judgements. You can't have Change without loss, nor loss without change.
When you grow up in poverty, you come to know loss and change as complete antonyms. You've already lost a lot, and if you lose anymore, it would be a bad thing, but you would love to have a change. And when you're the only one of your friends to run off to the military out of high school so that you could have a roof over your head, you become quite accustomed to loss and change. But that doesn't make either any easier.
I've recently lost the company of some good friends, not to death, but to life. They've moved on, and I'll lose more when I move on. I look back on my past and see my friends, family, and girlfriends. I see regrets and successes and (reluctantly) feel like I wouldn't change a thing. It's all for the best.
Things change, we grow up and go on. There will be new friends, girlfriends, and even new family. And sometimes there will be old friends, girlfriends, and hopefully, old family. It isn't easy to lose someone you care about, but it does get easier to cope. You never take their loss anymore lightly, but you do take it differently. You learn to focus less on replacing them with someone or something similar, to filling in the gaps with something else until life brings you more lose-change.
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