A matter of life and death

Lately, I`ve found myself in situations where I question the meaning of things. Today, a friend of a friend died in the hospital, only 48 years old. These unfortunate and sad events made me, again, question my own existence. Being a former cancer patient myself, I have been faced with the possibility of death at an early age. Of course this did something to me. Many in my situation would probably start frantically looking for the meaning of life. But I choose to see it differently. Because what if we ask ourselves; what is the meaning of death? I can only find one reasonable answer to this; the meaning of death is life! We have death as a part of our human experience, so that we can celebrate every single day we are so lucky to wake up and see another day. What you fill your life with is of course optional. Does this make sense?