I am not afraid of death, which after all can't be far away. What does frighten me, though, is the halfway stage.
Let her be with her memories. Better that than be aware of this reality.
Things don't matter, people do
The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.
Some things I can never forget. I must not. Otherwise what do I have left?
Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.