The nature of death, to let go

["the stumbled one"]

Things are neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so... Shakespeare
That which we resist persists.
Perhaps look at where your resistances are strongest, for the path to understand your perspective.
Once you have awareness of your own resistance it itself is no longer necessary.

Regarding my own death, or the passing of those which I feel strong attachment, knowing is not a pre-requisite. Here and now, we are cozy. I trust the universe, and I accept my catalyst.
How far have I gone to face death. Far enough to know how thin the veil is, and how close we are to those that have passed. The concept of time creates distance.