Death comes for us all.
It took me a long, long time to come to terms with that. I threw tantrums when my pets died as a child, I spent years asking to visit Grandma long after she had past on, and for most of my adult life I refused to talk about it, I made no plans about what would happen after I died, because mortality was something I just could not face.
But after caring for my wife all through her dying, I finally accepted it, and began to make plans for my own death.
Which never came.