I lose probably a couple of friends a month. Sometimes it's expected, sometimes it's not. Sometimes it's painless, other times it's prolonged and dreadful. I'm not a philosopher, no great intellect, but I know what I think.
There is no escape. You can fight to delay when it comes, but the outcome is inevitable.
"While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die." Leonardo da Vinci
“I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.” Woody Allen
“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” J.K. Rowling
I think a more important concern is what will people remember me for? Will I leave something of lasting value?
I played some nice bass on a couple of albums in the 1980s, and I know as fact that my playing influenced people, because they have told me.
I'd like to think I'll be remembered as a journalist too; I've had a few great stories over the years, but even those are way in the past now.
I suppose most of all I want to be remembered as a nice bloke who was willing to help when needed. But at the end of the day, in say, 50 or 60 years, I won't be remembered, apart from by members of my family. And as generations pass, I'll be forgotten. That's not being morbid, again it's a fact. I remember my grandparents, I know about my great-grandparents, but before that, nothing.