What are YOUR thoughts on YOUR death? Do you even think on this?

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No one wants to contemplate their demise. I was thinking the other day about death. You see, I work in a nursing home, I see death at least once a month, if not more often. Some of these deaths touch me deeper than others. Don't get me wrong...I believe each and every human being's life and death is precious to the LORD. But in my humanness...there are some resident's death that just get to me....deeply. There are times when I realize that some of these people I care for are only a decade or so ahead of me. Once in awhile, they are the SAME age or YOUNGER than me. So, taking care of them has caused me to contemplate MY OWN death more than people usually do. Recently, a dear little lady in her eighties passed away. She was a difficult subject to administer medications to. She really disliked them! But for some reason, even though she had Alzheimer's and didn't remember me from day to day....she touched my heart. You could tell she'd always been a classy lady. One who said please, thank you and excuse me all the time. She was wheelchair bound, but I could picture her with a elegant carriage and demeanor when she was young and able. She passed away the other day, she had pnuemonia. No warning, no wasting away slowly...she was fine when I gave her her meds one day, gone the next. I was told in a matter of fact way...just, oh, btw...Helen passed away. Immediately, a lump formed in my chest...that didn't go away all evening. Passing by her room was especially hard. Suppertime was agonizing...that is when I had always given her her meds...with ice cream. She would fight me a little...but then when she finally took them...she would always say...'that was sooo GOOOOOD!' I will miss her. Which leads me to my thoughts on MY death. Will I be missed? Will someone, besides my family of course...get a lump in their chest? Will they have fond memories of something I used to do all the time? There are 'good' deaths and 'bad' deaths. By that I mean so go easy and some don't go easy at all. Some go 'fearfully' and some go 'peacefully'. I would hope mine is without fear, and that someone remembers me fondly, and smiles. Do you contemplate these things? What are your thoughts?