I would say it gets easier in some ways but in some ways it doesn't change. I have 7 years experience as a paramedic, besides working at the Coroner's office for a few years, so I have seen my share of tragic situations. Sometimes you are able to separate yourself from what is happening; at other times, the person who dies is just too close in age to your own kids or husband or father or whatever. When I went back to nursing school
last year, the first thing I noticed (which I had forgotten) is how hard this job is emotionally. At some point, as a nurse, you will decide that you are more helpful to the family if you are functional. Last semester, I had an older gentleman with prostate cancer. It just struck me hard so many losses he was experiencing. I ended up going in the bathroom and crying. Then doing the cold water thing and coming out and caring for him. Decided those were my issues, not his, and I also decided not to take my baggage into his hospital room with me.
I cry almost every week on the way home from my Psych rotation. The stories you hear! 19 year old boys who drink/use, because they were abandoned by their mothers at age 3, then adopted at age 6, then sent back at age 10 because they weren't wanted anymore. Sad, sad, sad.
So you are not alone. It will be better in some ways. One way I cope is to remind myself that it is NOT my son that died, and I am not experiencing that loss. Helps me be empathetic, yet functional.