Fathomless Mystery

I'm about to go to Lansing, Michigan for my first cousin's funeral. He was 49 years old, and had devoted much of his life to assembly line work at GM. He had a sad first marriage, but two beautiful daughters were the serendipitous blessing from that otherwise chaotic union. He loved his girls. He then met the love of his life and had 5 good years with her.....until last Saturday. He was scuba diving, enjoying life, when he could no longer breathe. The autopsy showed he was a heart attack waiting to happen; blockages too many to count. He rode his motorcyle to Macinaw Island where he met his brother and his nephews to spend a Saturday afternoon out in nature. This is my mother's favorite nephew and everyone knows it; she named one of her sons after him (Danny). I'm headed to the funeral, not because I was particularly close to him, but because my mom loved him and he loved my mom. I loved him, too, because of his sweet spirit and willingness to shed tears over the simplest things. We all loved him. You can wonder and say it's not fair, but like my brother Greg said, "It's not about being fair." This really had nothing to do with fairness. But I keep coming back to this question, "Why THOSE two girls to not have a father?" I don't understand. It was just too soon.