There is nothing like the death of a loved one to remind us to live life now while we can. Recently one of my grandsons died while riding his motorbike. He loved the adrenaline of  riding fast, jumping out of aeroplanes and living life on the edge. He was 28 yrs old when he died. A short life that reminds me and all of us to live life  while we can. I don't advocate living it quite like he did but in my case I have lived more life than there is left to live. Now in my seventies death doesn't seem that far away and I dont feel like I have lived my best life yet. I think about death not in a morbid way but in a factual way. The fact is every living being including humans, die. There is no escape we all have to face our own mortality. I believe in life after death on the spiritual plane but I am still human and have to face the reality of the perceived loss of love and life. Human emotions being what they are take us by suprise sometimes and the depth of loss isn't always und