On top of every shitty thing going on in the world are the sometimes-reminders that there's still normal, everyday shitty things happening.
My son had a close friend. Said friend rolled their car off the highway and died. It's the first time he's lost anyone close to him. He's dealing with it very well, but I'm finding that my normal anxiety about him getting hit by one of the idiot drivers around here has ramped up considerably.
(Editing to add:) He's got an auntie who's a hospice nurse and I've dealt with death on numerous occasions, so he understands he's got resources on how to deal with it and support. And the option of therapy if he decides he wants to give it a go.