My Grandfather is getting close to dying. It's sad. It's also good. He's been sick for a while and when grandmother Snyder died it took a lot out of him. He has been ready to go for a long time. So I'm glad for him and sad that he is on his way out.
Death is a part of life, fearing death is pointless, but you can miss your friends and family.
I wonder if the old lie told to kids doesn't hold a good philosphy. When people get old they leave to a far away place that we can believe is really nice and one day we can go visit them.