I'm not afraid of death but of pain much more.
I saw my mom dying.
I saw her drop a tear not very long before dying, she wanted so hard to stay, and she probably realized that she cannot do nothing, so this tear came, and that was so a sad moment.
I started to cry too, in silence by respect of what was happening.
She fight until the ultimate second. Even is she was suffering, she loved so much life and us.
I miss her so very deeply still and she is my inspiration while I'm cooking and having a nice glass of wine or liquor or when I'm making little trips.
She was what we call here "une bonne vivante", a soft person, golden hearted and very dedicated to her friends & family.
I feel so sad presently but in my heart, I know happened what should happened. She is in peace now.
Late add: That's really "le mois des morts" November, for us talking about our lost beloved ones all together like that.