Plants bloom at different times. If every plant bloomed at the same time, we'd never be able to constantly enjoy the beauty of flowers. So, too, our lives bloom at different times, and I think in His infinite plan of love, God designs it that way so we can always have moments of joy, even in the midst of tragedy.
It takes the tragic death of a good person to make us stop rationalizing and start sitting in the brokenness and pain of our human condition.
Instead of requiring high school students to read The Diary of Anne Frank, the United States could have served as asylum for her. Are we denying asylum to the Syrian Anne Frank?