I find I am more ready for my own demise than the death of someone I care about. I have lost track of the numerous cries I sent into the universe calling upon death to release me from my mortal coil...but can't remember once I've asked death to black rain down on another. However, I did embrace elements of relief mixed in with my grief when both my parents were released from the cancer agony when death finally called for them leaving behind shrunken corpses...
