A Part of Life

I was taking a look at this other blog of which I was a contributor. I realized I wrote a poem (back when my paternal grandmother was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease. But it was inspired by both her and my maternal grandmother.) It's pretty good and I think I'd like to write again!
Here it is:
A Part of Life
People say that "death is a part of life,"
Like it's supposed to make you feel better,
As if it heals the hurt and dries the tears!
People say that "death is a part of life,"
Like it's supposed to be easier to let go,
As if somehow you'll sleep better at night!

Strangely, it usually does.

Knowing that "death is a part of life"
Makes me feel a little better.
It does, at least, ease the hurt and slow the tears.
Knowing that "death is a part of life"
Makes me more able to let go
And I do sleep a little better most nights.

So, "death is a part of life"!
BUT, what then, is the dying?
Is that also a part of life?
What can be said then?

To see the strong, the vibrant, the independent
Become the weak, the dull, the dependent.
To see a person full of life, love, kindness and humor
Become just about lifeless, mean, moody and witless.
This is the dying!
This is the part that people forget to speak about!
This is the process that I'm still trying to deal with.

"Death is a part of life" but what is the dying?