Death

I've been thinking about death a lot recently, and I've come to two realizations on it.

First, people are scared of dying. I'm not, just because if I die, I would have nothing to be scared of, and nothing to worry about, so what exactly is the fear?
Yes, this could be because I don't have that someone close, who I think it would hurt if I died, so I guess that at some point I could develop a fear for death, at which point I may choose to come back to here and update this.

The other thing I've come to realize, is that death can come suddenly.

My parents are in their mid-60s, which when I think about it, is not overall that old, but when you look at some of the people that have passed away this year, is all of a sudden right in the middle of the pack.
People like Hugo Chavez and James Gandolfini, who were 58 and 51, all of a sudden got up and died (more-so a shock with Gandolfini then Chavez).

At some point in our lives we will all experience the death of close ones. Its inevitable. For some people, unfortunately, its experienced when they are young, others don't until much later in life.

I can't seem to decide which is worse.

Is it worse to lose that person close to you when you are younger, and then miss them the rest of your life.

Or is it harder on you to get close to them as you get older, and then suddenly they are gone.

This isn't my first post about death, and I'm sure it won't be my last, although some thoughts on it have popped up on this blog, but by now, I've "drafted" them, as they weren't thoughts I was supposed to be having...as no normal person would...I guess just another example that I'm not normal.