So there's this Blog Every Day in May thing going around Blogland right now. I'm not fully participating in it, but when I like the prompt, I figure I might as well go with it. So today's prompt was to write about what you are afraid of.
Saturday night I woke up crying because I had a dream that he died. That's intense. This isn't a weekly dream or anything, but it is something that reoccurs from time to time. I guess I just don't know what I would do without him. I can function on my own, but I don't really want to. Does anybody else have this fear?
I always had/have the same fears...and wait it gets worse, once you have children you have the same fears about them x how ever many kids you have. I guess when we love something so much we just worry and are fearful about losing them.
ReplyDeleteYep, I absolutely have this fear. I just can't imagine what I would do. The weird thing is that I start to think about really trivial/practical things, like what would I do about his truck, or other things like that. I mean, that would be the least of my worries if anything actually happened!
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