On death and dying

Did you no that a blind person doesn’t see black or something dark,they see nothing…is that what happens when you die or is it as dramatic as your life flashing before your eyes
I wish I knew exactly what I’d see so I’d be prepared for it, I’ve known death is inevitable, but somehow it’s hard to accept death isn’t it?
Someone who was such an important part of my childhood…my childhood which is often like the world of Roald Dahl books
He was my BFG (Big friendly giant) and maybe I just thought so because I was 5 and he was almost 50, entering his house he’d always give me chocolates, I’d feel like I was with Mr.Wonka, there’s only so much one can remember as a child,but praying and hope is something he taught me too.
And now I sit here extremely dumbfounded because someone who taught me how to pray and believed so strongly in hope isn’t here.
Do I unlearn hope?
Do I accept the fact that your entire life,all the emotions you’ve felt,all that you’ve learnt and achieved , all those memories you’ve collected and the people you’ve met…all of this is just kept in a box no wider than a few inches?