Fear of death

My grandmother passed away last Wednesday. It was one of the saddest days that I ever had. I remember sitting in the hospital as my grandma was there, just thinking about my mom. Grandma was the last parent that my mom had, and I always wondered if my mom felt like, "She would be the next one." I don't know if that makes any sense. I finally got the nerve to ask my mom about it when we left. She said, "Life has always meant to be enjoyed, not feared. I don't fear getting old, because I cherish every second I have here." It hit me that worrying only distracted me from how great life really is. The ironic thing is, my grandma leaned over to me, when she was pretty delirious at the end, and whispered to me, "I talked to Louie (her dad)...I think I'm ready." She passed away 3 hours later. True Story, and I think it changed my outlook on things. Not sure if this helps...but maybe telling them how you feel will comfort you.