There are no words that can console someone who is dying. There is no way to "make it easier." I find hugs, shared tears, and just holding the person gives validity to that person's feelings. Each person must come to terms with death in the way that fits his/her belief systems. I find that we, who share the same angst, can provide something that others cannot. We who are still living suffer from PTSD. It is not easy living with an internal bomb. There is also a unique combination of survivor's guilt and fear of our own mortality. There is a hidden hope that "I will be the one who survives."