Thank You So Much Tina! My Mom was a pretty sweet gal! I know that she had fears of her own about death from conversations we had. But, she wasn't afraid of what was to come after she was passed, it was the process of getting there that scared her. She didn't want suffering, or to be poked and prodded in a hospital. I do think she thought about it often, because for years she used to say, "now if I die----this is what I want you to dress me in (in the casket)"-----once she wanted a beautiful night gown, but changed her mind, lol! And, unfortunately to this day, that is the one regret I have---what I dressed her in after she passed---well, I was so distraught after she passed I couldn't think straight on what to put her in, although she had so many clothes to choose from, there was a skirt and jacket hanging on the wardrobe door next to her bed, and since she was always requesting what she wanted to be wearing when she passed I thought that was what she wanted, why else would it be hanging there? But, a couple months later I found the most beautiful Ivory colored skirt and jacket with gold delicate floral design all over. That was what she should have been in! Oh well! I did remember to put white cuffed ankle socks on her (she loved to wear those around the house because her feet were always cold!)
She was raised Catholic, and had a very strong belief in God, so I think that had a lot to do with her not being afraid of death---she just had a knowing that it was going to be ok.
Just a quick thing my Dad always used to say, well when he was a little boy in Sicily he lived near the house (or building) were they would put the bodies after people passed. He told his father he was afraid to walk past it because of the dead bodies in there. His father said, "It's the live ones you need to worry about!! Not the dead ones!!", haha, I always laugh when he tells me that story.