You're right, BRussel. I spent a lot of time with my Grandma right before she passed away last year. My daughter was 8 months old at the time, and every time my Grandma saw her, she would just cry.
It was really hard to see. She afraid to go, afaid that this little girl she loved so much was going to grow up and have no memory whatsoever of her.
It's easy to sit here today and say that as long as you had a happy life, you can accept death.
I think it's a different story all together when you're actually hours away from your own death. I know there won't be a moment ever that I'll be ready to say goodbye to everyone I love.
On a lighter note, pscates, you old sonofabitch, I get bugged by my hairdresser all the time about this little white/grey patch right at the top of my head. It grows every time my daughter wakes me up at 3 am.
I can't imagine how big it'll be when I get to be your