This is a cooperative blogging post and really it is an easy one for me. Death has always been what scares me the most, and still is. I have very few fears, one is the dentist, I know....so not rational. But Death is and always has been at the top.
I remember as a small child being afraid that my parents would die, and leave me. I can recall my mom sitting with me while I tried to sleep, talking to me about how it would be such a long time before they died, and just rubbing my back to help me get to sleep. I think this stems from the time I came home from school in Kindergarten and no one was home. I was so scared, and just felt immediately abandoned. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. After that I was always afraid they were going to leave me, and so my fear started.
Now rationally I know about death, I know there is no guarantee. I have felt that horrible feeling when someone close to you passes. I know how hard all of that is. I know how hard it will be for my own children some day. And I do live in the moment. Enjoying everything I can, taking care of me, taking care of those I love. Living my best life. But I know life can be so short, and gone too soon. So Death remains a fear, although I do challenge those feelings. I have done "the Work". Nothing eradicates it completely from my mind. Maybe that is a good thing. Maybe that fear is what keeps me living in the moment, grateful for everything and everyone I have in my life. Keeps me taking good care of myself. Maybe that fear is beneficial in my life, and worthy of being fully embraced as a part of the whole.
If you want to read what scares my friend, Nancy, the most pop over to her blog, A Present Moment , and see.