I remember when my first pet died, he had a long life, but his manner of death was abrupt and violent. It took me years to begin to see tragedy as less common than everything that wasn't tragedy. Why does tragedy have such an impact on us while nothing else comes close in its impact? In most cases, every second of every day is tragedy free. Let that truth shape you at least as much as you allow tragedy to do the same. Then perhaps we will not live in such a way that we distance ourselves so much from tragedy that we deny entirely its absolutely coming.