What is the Role of Death in Life?

I think I treat the concept of death in a very respectful and maybe somehow a fearful way. Three years ago my grandfather was diagnoses with stomach cancer. The doctor said it is best to take away two thirds of my grandfather’s stomach where the tumor is found. The doctor also mentioned how although the infected stomach is removed, there is a chance the cancer cells can still spread to other parts of the body. I still remember the time when I dealt with the thought of losing my grandfather. I suddenly regret the many times I felt impatient when my grandfather reminded me to study hard. I suddenly felt very grateful for the time when my grandfather is still healthy and has the strength to cook my favorite dish. After this close knowledge of death, I think I became more thankful for my grandfather existence and even his nagger for me to study harder. I know that it is because he loves me and cares for me that he bothers to remind me. I begin to cherish the time that I spend with my grandfather. After my grandfather came out of the hospital, I visit him more often. Because of my grandfather’s experience, I began to mind my own diet. I try to eat breakfast everyday and more vegetables. I do truly appreciate life more. I  learned to cherish it more because we can’t predict what happens next.