I’m afraid of my mom dying and leaving me.

I’m afraid of my mom living for weeks and weeks and suffering even longer.

I”m afraid that the anger that is building inside of me will result in me lashing out unnecessarily.

I’m afraid that i’ll become the person that I used to be…a person I never want to be come again.

I’m afraid that I’m not a good enough father to my son.

I’m afraid to call my daughter and tell her about her grandmother.

I’m afraid that when the time comes, I won’t know what to say.

I’m afraid for my dad, who will soon be alone for the first time in over 40 years.

I’m afraid of not being strong enough for him.

I’m afraid that I won’t be able to remain the person I’ve become at age 38…a person I have finally grown to like.