Funny thing about disasters. Some people blame God and turn away. Others become closer to God. But there is a third category. Some people had faith before the disaster, and remain faithful throughout and after the disaster has run its course.
About a decade ago my wife was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. It came as a shock to us because she was a non-smoker, and far too young to have a terminal disease like that. We prayed for healing, or alternatively, for more time. She lived two more years, which was about a year and a half longer than expected. It was a pretty tough thing to go through--for our whole family--wife, husband and daughter. I worked from home and took care of her right to the end. She wanted it that way. It tapped me out emotionally and financially. I lost everything.
But at no time did the thought occur to me to blame God for our tragedy. It just didn't enter the calculus. I know that my faith is no weaker than before. Perhaps it might even be stronger. OTOH, I think it was harder for my 11 year old (then) daughter to understand. She has drifted away from God, and is still finding her way. I pray for her. A lot.