(Im)mortality

I imagined my death in a trillion possible ways, although never for those dear to me. I like to believe that they are immortal, even if though, life has showed to me, that sometimes we have to deal with losing someone close.
Desperation, anger, denial...some more anger, and later...later, later...acceptance.
These people, looking so healthy, looking so well...how can they just collapse? Maybe someone will ask him/herself the same thing regarding my person when my well being will perish. If not, I guess it means I was not such a good human as I like to consider myself sometimes.
Maybe  seeing our dear ones suffering it is just a reminder. Oh, and back we go to instability. But this kind of instability is served cold to everyone...rich or poor.