"She lived a full life"

This is likely to sound cheesy, but here goes: I am generally a bit of a nervous flier. Between the whole flying-while-fat thing and the slight (not overwhelming, but noticeable) fear of crashing to my death, flying isn't a ton of fun for me. That said, the older I get and the more I love my life (how much? a lot) the more I genuinely feel like yeah, I may die in a plane crash, or crossing the street, or whatever, but I've had such a good life, that right about now, I'm okay with that. I mean, I don't want to die, but when I do, it won't be before I got a chance to live a life I love. Don't think I don't know how incredibly lucky that makes me.