I'm very young actually but even as a child I was always acutely aware of my own ( and everyone else's) mortality. I remember in passing on here when I was about 14 or so mentioning it and everyone assumed that I was depressed or suicidal for some reason but i'm not, i'm just very aware that I will one day die. there will be a last time for everything, a last walk, a last cup of tea, the last person to smile at me, and that does make me feel slightly awestruck and as though I'm missing something important that I ought to be taking more notice of, but I can't say it frightens me, because if my end is quick then wonderful, and if it is not and is unpleasant I might very possibly deal with the situation myself if I'm no longer having a nice time, either way we're finite from the moment we're born, and dying, sad though it is is just a part of living. It's worth mentioning as well that old people who are unable to care for themselves are not necessarily a burden, people have value in their own right and simply being able to do as much as you once did ought not to diminish that at all, I value a lot of older people for who they are now, who I'm sure wish they were younger themselves. xx