Confusing thoughts on death.

So, a friend from my college days 30 some odd years ago is in hospice. It has been wonderful seeing the outpouring of love in all of the posts about him. And I was thinking how if I died, I would be ok with it. Not that I want to die, but that if I did, well, that's life. Do I really feel this? If I had a terminal illness, would I still feel the same way? If so, is it because I have no kids, husband, nor immediate family to speak of? I have a friends that are like family to me-really are family, but ultimately they are not. I would have lived for my dad or even died for him, but he went ahead of me. Also, I thought, I am so glad I live in the midwest because hurricane Matthew is causing death and chaos in the Caribbean and Florida. Isn't that a survival thought? So, I don't know. I don't think I fear being gone and I do love living and I would miss things (but ultimately if I'm dead, I wouldn't miss anything), so I just don't know.