We are all afraid, even those brave boast. We are born with fear of life and we die with fear of death. We say that if there is anything certain in this life, is that all sooner or later die. From "go to the other world" as we pointed that said, it's like saying: All rivers lead the sea; also death also leads to this tragic end, which is to say goodbye to us another life. This is an issue that we are passionate sure everyone, especially those who are sufficiently aware of their own existence to know that one day cease to exist.
             
When we lose a loved one, we have to accept both his death, like his life; recognizing that apart from feeling the sadness of his departure, also gratitude for all he has given us during his lifetime. Therefore, we can celebrate his life, rejoice that you have lived, remembering that person is still alive in our hearts and that will also help us get through those times.
            
There is another point of view regarding the fear of death, and is an evolutionary point of view, suggesting that "fear of dying" regarded as something natural, since the human being is created to survive, reproduce seeing therefore obliged to perform certain acts before his death, but its end is irreversible.
             
This awareness, we can ask the following question: We became aware of the fragility of life, since it helps us appreciate the good times and the simple things that make us feel good? Yes, death of a loved one, brings us awareness of our own mortality, being considered as a perspective on what we have lost, and then determine what we really are and what is "sacred" for us in the strict sense of the word. We should think about all those who feel delusions of infinite grandeur, that one day everything will end and feel the pure reality of their lives, completely "naked" before them, seeing how everything succumbs to his feet, looking around under a staring at infinity and, with the hydrated eyes with tears of frustration and sadness, seeing how everything ends.
            
That's when we feel extremely humble, perhaps expecting some epitaph, which can never read, and waiting for the hope that someone will remember us, thinking only for the good that we did in our lives. Nevertheless and after all this, we continue to see death with fear? At first he had already formulated: Is the fear of death that the greatest fear of great suffering? Unfortunately we still think so, because if we were more insensitive, lose the fear of death.
             
If we refuse to accept that death is part of life: would we be able to love? We have to think yes; To love is to open the heart and feel free. The fear of death inhibits us and limits our ability to love. It makes flee from the inevitable, spending our energies to defend ourselves from that fear. To love is to be present and therefore be open to the unknown and connected with yourself, with that we went. All we will stop someday exist. Every week one million people die in the world. One of these weeks will be my week. I do not pretend that this embitter my life, but it would be irresponsible of me to mention that I must keep it in mind.