A fallen world

I have had a heavy heart the past couple of days.  On Monday morning I opened my Facebook only to read a status update from a friend and co-worker that said, "RIP Mom."  This girl's (and I say "girl because this friend is only 22!) mother was also a co-worker and could not have been that old either.  I was sure I was completely wrong in assuming her mother had passed away and read to see people's responses.  As it slowly sunk in that Susan did, indeed, pass away, the weight of it fell heavy on my heart.  Conversations I'd had with her, interactions she'd had with my kids, and advice she'd given replayed in my mind.  And the reality that I would no longer hear her raspy voice or see her high five my kids or have her help me with that dumb toner copier bottle brought tears to my eyes (and continue to do so even as I write this).  I keep thinking that it hardly seems fair that a young grandmother should be taken from her family.  However, I'm also reminded (even from a conversation today) of children who have been taken too early from their parents and families.  All of this brings to mind the reality of living in a fallen world and that death was not in God's plan.  I also feel so terrible for my friend Ashley ("A-ee" as Caroline calls her) as she deals with her mother's death.  She's only slept 3 hours in the past 3 days and is running on fumes.  Would you mind praying for her?  I cannot imagine losing my mom, and I'm 34.  How does a 22-year-old single mom say goodbye to hers?