Moman,
I do not have too many fears. On your list
Dying and Dying Alone. No, I have pretty much accepted the inevitable. I am 61 and glad to be alive. Alone? I would rather die alone, than having a bunch of mournful people hovering over me.
Suffering: Mentally I don't suffer mentaly very often. Physicly, can't stand the thought of it. Give me morphin.
Being Alone: Love being with people. Love being alone as well.
Being Forgotten: By who and why? I don't know what you mean. If you mean, after death? I really don't care. I am not Abraham Lincoln.
Missing an AfterLive: I have no control over that. If I am asleep in death, I will be none the wiser.
Fear of the Unknown: I love the unknown.
ISP: fear of loosing a job. Yeh, been there, done that. Now, I fear loosing retirement and having to get a job.
Trotofox: No boy friend and no husband. Some advice: Never have a boy friend and a husband at the same time. Oh, by the way, would you marry me?
My greatest fear: going to the dentist.