When is "Enough"

Is there any friggin' time that the universe takes a breath and declares "enough is enough" when it comes to heaping crap on?  Is there a break?

If you wonder why earth-bound people question the existence of a higher benevolent power, all you have to do is speak to someone who has shoveled more than their share of the fecal matter of life.  That old saying, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" is plain bull.  If it doesn't kill you the first time, then it provides you with a slow, agonizing death.  Do you build up strength, or are you actually breaking down with each swipe?  "God doesn't give you more than you can handle" is another favorite that is tossed out by the faithful...also bull.  People question because people are just plain sick and tired of picking themselves out of the treads of the tanks rolling over them through life.  You have to admit, some people get hit in the face more than others, and the question is Why?

Case in point...my niece and her siblings (and her father, my brother) lost their mother and wife just over two years ago.  It was an awful and painful few months.  We watched helplessly as a woman whose only wish was to love and take care of her family and enjoy them became sicker and sicker.  Why?  And in the end, it was this niece and one of her sisters and I who spent the last night of this wonderful woman's life together. 

Now, this terrific young woman is facing another loss for her and her young family...her husband's melanoma has returned with a vengence, and is sapping away a life they have...tumor by tumor.  This is when you have to say...WTF???!!!  After all the family had gone through, what is to be gained by taking the love of her life, the father of her six-year-old twins and their older siblings, the grandfather, the son?  How do you explain that Daddy is going to be getting more and more sick until he won't be sick anymore, but he won't be here to hang out or do homework or to get them ready for bed or for life? 

People question and rage at a god that they hope is there, but really?  War, poverty, disease, tea party crazies?  Are we more than this earth-bound existence, or will we just go into the universe as dust and atmosphere and nothing more?  When we say our prayers, is there a higher power listening and taking notes, or are we just speaking to that dust and atmosphere of those who passed on before us?  What is the point?  Why?