Fragile and funny

Life is a fragile thing, at one moment you are sitting and sipping your evening coffee with your wife and children who have come to meet you and the next moment you have gone into a real long slumber (the one you don't really wake up from).
Life is funny, at one moment you are consoling your grandma and telling her you are sorry for grandpa and the next moment you are explaining the day's status to your team back in India.

I don't blame myself for this. I just feel it won't make sense for me to brood over it. Also I am so far off from family that I really can't reciprocate their feelings.
Sometimes I feel we suffer or worry by seeing others suffer or worry.
Indeed, life is funny.