Worth of death

There was once when the death showed itself to the man. The man left his body the next moment not because of the fact that it's death but he viewed it as an ugly truth. A truth that he couldn't face.
There was this other time that he showed himself to an old women. She lost her husband in military fifteen years after their marriage . When death saw her she was nothing like the lost. She held her breath tight to see the life until death arrives. Old usually lose hope over the existence of hope and she was wife of her late husband who was a military officer.
When death arrived she stood there brave as if she knew that this day was to come when the death would visit.
"Why aren't you afraid of the person in hoody who kills and the ugly truth masked person?"
The was an immediate response to the death's question.
"She who lost everything has nothing to lose. So why should I let the shackles of worries and regrets hold me?"
"Don't you miss your husband?"
"Oh! Yes I do. Well, my wait is going to end, now that you came" came the reply.
Death finally found his work worth to some and peace to some others.