I think it is in our nature to try to find some meaning when we lose people in succession. Maybe there is no sense to it other than a random tragedy that shows how human and frail we really are. It seems to me you have an inner strength to cope, maybe that’s what we find out, we have the capacity to cope even when we don’t understand why. When i lost my dad 18 months ago, I felt the same injustice. Now I embrace his memory and try to live in a way he would enjoy.