We all have fear. Everyone. Anyone who says otherwise is lying. I have fears. I do my best to face them. There is no shame in it.
The current pandemic really got me thinking about this topic. It has been a strange couple of months since all of this broke out. As I have previously stated, it has been a legitimate concern. We are taking all the precaution necessary. But, at some point we will have to resume normal living. I am a bit apprehensive. The fear of contracting Covid is something I will have to contend with.
There is an above average probability that I would succumb to any respiratory ailment. That brings me to my next fear. I am not afraid of death. I am afraid of dying. The actual act. Will I suffer? Will it be painful? Will I feel scared? These are all questions I am sure many have pondered.
I worry about the family I leave behind. I am taking steps to ensure that I leave them in the best possible circumstances. Again, a little bit of fear lingers. I guess it is just the fear of not knowing. All we can do is have preparations in place to mitigate potential issues.
Did I do enough while I was here? I am far from perfect. I have plenty of flaws. I will not pretend that I am the best husband, father, son, brother… etc . I just hope that I will leave a positive mark on the lives of those I have touched. Did I make a difference?
Most of all , I fear being forgotten. Doesn’t everyone? Maybe not. I really only care that my family remembers. No offense. I know it may sound silly, but I can’t deny that the fear exists. I can promise that whatever lies beyond , I will never forget them and my love for them will be eternal.
Gil,
You continue to make a huge impact in our lives. You live in our thoughts always.