These things didn't get easier no matter how often they happened, in fact, Ron was quiet sure they only got worse the more they occurred. And this time it was Harry, and Ginny, and Louis and Ron didn't know what to do. Harry was supposed to be the one of them who would always survive these things - it had been a fact since they were kids. Harry lived, Harry survived, and now here he was - gone and they were left to mourn him.
Losing Harry had been a bigger blow than some of the others for that reason, but it never got easier when there was family who had been killed as well. Ron was tired of this, of hurting. He never knew how to deal with it - even now that they had to go through it so much. It never settled onto him quite right.
He just wanted things to go back to normal, to warm weather, and no more rain, and laughter, and Quidditch matches, and pumpkin juice, and Wizard's Chess.