Bad Things Don't Come In Threes

I feel like I am doomed to live my life sitting in hospitals while people I love are sick and sitting at funerals when those I love die. It's pretty much been 7 months of hospitals and funerals. What's even the point of being here if everyone just gets sick and/or dies. And that's just the people I know. There's a whole world of sickness and death. And those that are not sick or dieing are shooting each other and blowing each other up in pointless wars. My grandpa, my godson, my sister, my great aunt, and now my dog. I mean, really, how much are we supposed to just sit around and take. I guess all you can do is just suck it up, have a drink, and wait for what will come next. At least I still have my job!