Dead

I got word that a friend from college died yesterday. The specifics are not well known, but it was unexpected. Strangely, this is the second friend from school that has passed away. I've been walking around in strange funk. He wasn't so close that I grieve, but he was close enough that it really hits home. This "wild ride" (as TimSean would put it) we call existence, is so complicated with every choice that everyone else makes, that faith becomes difficult. His wife is now alone. Their new life in a new city in a new job is gone. She is left. She did not choose this. If a someone chooses to drive after too little sleep, falls asleep at the wheel, crosses the median and kills me tomorrow, I become subject to that person's free will, regards of his beliefs. God doesn't do anything about it or does he?