Hi eddy…
My own losses started when I was 4 and Mum died from various nasty cancers and the like.
Over the years, relatives, friends, they’ve died in various ways, some horrendously, some less so. Car crashes, drug overdoses, suicides…
What can I tell you? I cope by occasionally remembering them, talking in my head to some of them (particularly my Sister who I’ve not seen since she was driven out of the home by my Father and Stepmother when I was just eight) and otherwise, if I’m feeling down about it, adopting Churchill’s tactic when dealing with his own “Black Dog” of just “buggering on” through it to the next oasis of relief.
On the upside, as the years wind on, the friends I have now (some old, some relatively new) become all the more precious, so it’s them I concentrate on, especially as some of us are now have fallen to discussing each other’s ailments like a trio of crumbling old gits and thinking about who’s going next!
I’m sure there’s therapy available if you look for it, but at least by posting on here you’re aware that you’re not alone.
Chin up, old man. 😉