Maybe I suffer from the vanity that many creationist tend to have and don't like the idea of being an insignificant little blip in the grandness of space and the massive magnitudes of time.
As we all are.
There is a way to continue living after death. It is to live on in the memories of those still a live. You live on in family in friends. My grandparents are still very much alive in my thoughts and memories. In my memories a they are not sickly, dying or mentally incapacitated. They are at the best point I have a memory of them, vibrant, interesting and loving.
All I can suggest is not to concern yourself with death. Concern yourself with life and the ones you love and care about. Concern yourself with making yourself a better person to yourself. Be that knowledge, seeing the world, helping others or whatever. In this way when you die and become worm dirt*, you will live on in memories of those you shared your life with.
Damn that was sappy. But that is my outlook on life and death.
*worm dirt
When I die, my wife has instructions to bury me out in our woods. Right now we have 30 acres and I cannot conceive that we will ever not own some acreage. I want to just be put in a shroud and buried in the ground. The worms and animals should get to my body and "recycle" me. Wisconsin has no laws on home burial so I am lucky in that regard.