I have given some thought to death and dying. There was a time when I was twenty-seven years old that I faced death. I had a tumor in my uterus as big as a grapefruit. They would not know if it was cancer until it was removed. I had bled so much that the doctor couldn't do surgery until my blood was built back up. I took iron tablets for months. I was extremely weak. During that time, I faced the fact that I might die. I had three children under ten years old. I worried about who would raise them if I died. I did get the hysterectomy and recovered eventually.
I have had a good life; my children have grown up and are good people. "I have had my ups and downs, but life has been kind, the downs have been few." There have been many blessings.
I'm not afraid of dying. There are two possibilities. It will either be the ending of a story or the beginning of a new story. I will be sad if it's the ending of a story but not afraid. If it's the beginning of a new story, well, we'll see.