Not looking forward to it...
My Mum says life is a cruel game where you come into the world having absolutely no choice about the matter, then eventually comes the time when you are wrenched from it, but not before you have come to know and love it and some of the people in it.
She doesn't want to leave, she wants to know what she calls the next chapter, what will become of her grandkids, will they have kids, etc.....
She says her perfect death would be climbing over a stile on a warm sunny day, the air filled with the buzzing of bees, birdsong and the bleating of sheep, with wild flowers in the hedgerows, then, as she comes down the other side, she dies a painless, instant death.
I can't imagine life without Mum.