Being Afraid

[michaelboy]

In my early two-digits, I was afraid of my parents dying - as if this event would be unbearably wrong and would absolutely devastate me. I remember the feeling as clearly as the smell of the orange kapok-filled vest I wore while I watched my dad fishing in the Captina Creek and was afraid, that I wouldn't have him one day and that this man in his hip-waders would be gone.



I survived this and other loss - much better than my preemptive mind knew.

I suppose, I am still afraid of such things, but I am much braver with change now -- with loss there is beauty as surely as loss always allows a place for what was.

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[tactilemuse]

I couldn't agree more. Taxes in Allegheny County are part of why I'm leaving!