Am I afraid of death? yeah... Does it consume me? no. Does it stop me from living? no.
Being widowed at an early age, the fraility of life was a lesson that took me by surpise. I think often of how anything can happen at any time. This is a personal issue that I battle w/often. My husband dying was such a huge and painful loss to me that I never want to go thru that again. But I know that it is out of my control, so I am the kinda person that makes sure those that I care about know exactly how I feel-just in case it is the last time I see them or they see me.
As far as me dying and leaving my family behind, the thought saddens me to think of the pain that they would go thru. I know it first hand how it hurts and I never want them to have to go thru that.
The thought of having to bury another husband or my children is inconceivable to me.
So given my past "life lesson experience" I am the kinda person that lives each day to the fullest and makes sure that those I love know it.