Peace, I've had similar experiences as you've described.

Face disappearing has just begun to happen; It’s like the final truth in identity shows how you are nothing but a collection of beliefs and ideas.
In the end when your body is gone and all that remains are your actions which continue to reside in the physical world - your legacy is the universal mind.

When I see my face change, it’s now of myself rapidly aging, i watch myself grow old and slowly watch my life force fade from my eyes. To sit and watch your own mortality display itself with such brutality is both difficult and beautiful, it makes me both sad and relived that I know I am part of something larger and that I have my place in time and that time is limited.

Death is as much my reality as life, I cannot guarantee I will live for even an iota beyond the next second and it strikes a chord in me that you really must live everyday as it’s your last with beauty and integrity.