Death really messed my head up for a while. I hated it, was spiteful about it even. Angry at the universe. Angry at God. When I was 9 years old I attended a funeral. I got hysterical, not from mourning the dead person I barely knew, but because my 9 year old self looked around and realized everybody I knew and loved would die. We are all doomed. That landed hard for me at such a young age.
I came to terms with it and forgave the universe when I realized I was being selfish to expect to live forever. Of course we die. Our time being so short, being alive in this moment right now in between infinity, makes life all the more miraculous in my opinion.
Life is not meaningless because it ends. The experiences we had, the things that we felt and the people that we loved. All of that means something and matters even after we're gone.
I have come full circle and am now very thankful for this small moment of life we have been given. A true miracle.