Not to be a Debbie downer here. Today was the 5th passing of a client. The last 3 I'd worked with very closely and the 4th one hit the hardest.
When this happens, it's doesn't keep the importance of certain things in perspective for me, as I'd like to think I self reflect enough to do that. What this does whenever it happens is to remind me of complicated is the privilege of work I'm able to do. People are often more than whatever slice you get to see them as.
Put down the ax, have your moments of silence, pick back up the ax and keep chopping wood.