the tragedy of dying in your 50s

My loved one is probably terminally ill and still in her early 50s. When I see old people I can't help thinking how sad it is she will never reach that age. She might be gone before her children are married. She might be gone before my first child is born. She might never be a grandmother. We all go some time but our time is rarely right.
She has given us all, she has made us who we are...