Good bye is for forever

Last night three people left this world after a reckless motorcycle cut them off on the freeway.
Alice died en-route to the hospital
Kylie, her 7 month old daughter died at 2 am, after a valiant struggle with major trauma to her little body.
John, her fiance and Kylie's daddy, died this morning from "Unknown" causes, he died of a broken heart as far as I can understand it.

This family was the definition of the American dream.
John, 20, worked two jobs to support his young family. He loved Alice and Kylie beyond anything any of us could ever imagine. I didn't know John very well, but he was a loving fiance and a loving father.
Alice, 19, dreamed of being a nurse but dropped out of school when Kylie was born. She always planned to go back to school and become a trauma nurse. She loved Kylie and John with everything she had.
Kylie, 7 months, was a happy baby who rarely cried. We'll never know her potential, but here Mommy and Daddy loved her more than anything in this world.

We never want goodbye to be forever... but that day I helped pack Alice and Kylie's stuff into the little sedan and said goodbye so she could return to Billings... That goodbye was forever.
I'm struggling with what faith I had. I can't grasp the idea of a "loving God" or any of that. This family was young, and had never done a damn thing wrong. They loved each other, they went to church every Sunday, and they loved their little girl with everything they had. I don't get it. I just dont.