On Death and Dying...

Recently i was told by a friend that i am very afraid of dying. Although i did not correct him there cause it would have seemed hypocritical if i did. But it brought about a thought process in me. I have always been a firm believer that death is inevitable and that it will come when it has to come and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Then how is it that i have put myself across to him as a person who is afraid of dying?
I have been introspecting on this, since that day. What is it that is making me afraid of death?
I have now realized that it is because of two reasons...

1) I have been witness to my share of death and loss. I have seen what is does to parents to see their child die. The person who died has died, but what he leaves behind is the cause of all grief and sorrow to his loved ones. It is this fear of causing any kind of sorrow to my parents thats causing me to be afraid of dying.

2) The 2nd reason happens to be a more selfish one. I am afraid that my life would not mean anything if i died right now. I havnt yet done anything in my life. And i dont want to be forgotten. There is this strong urge to be alive even after i die and to keep living on.
And this brings me to the next realization - What do i need to do now, to keep living on later?
I still dont have the answer to that question, but i know it will come when the time is right. Until then i'll try to live my life and not just exist in it. :)