The death of my dear brother who was genuinely the nicest and kindest human who lived a life of humility, selflessly giving back to society, did good always, who had lived his life from being successful in business from being a poor fatherless kid to owning companies, giving love and opportunities to underprivileged lives, being the best, very spiritual, grounding, loyal to God, his family, society, had a very very terrible death in a motor cycle accident. He didn't deserve that death, that broke me and it's been very terrible for me to digest it. It's been months but I have existential crisis now, why did God allow it, why him, even if it's not God to blame, but by understanding and reasoning, I just can't take it.