This is a rough week building up to a significant date…July 26th. Our son was born and then died….I can hardly write the word “died.” After six years it is still difficult to conceive. I have been blessed to find this post through realchange4u blogger, Tom. My heart goes out to all of those whose fear of losing a child has come to fruition. It makes life longer and harder…more painful. My fear of dying has been changed because my child has already experienced it. He will be waiting for me instead of me waiting for him.
Please read the post and do not forget those who have lost a child. You can only do the right thing by acknowledging their names and the way they affected your life no matter how little you think this may seem. I love hearing the smallest of details in the way my son affected those around him. For now, it is all that I have.
What is your greatest fear? What is it for you – that thing that gives you shudders just to think of it? Thunderstorms? Dogs, snakes, spiders? Heights or maybe confined places? Perhaps it is something psychological like public speaking, failure, or being alone. Most of us are afraid of death. Everyone has something they fear in varying degrees – even Chuck Norris.
Your list of fears might be long or it might be short.
While I don’t love snakes, I know my greatest fear is being eaten by a shark. What are the odds, right? I go to the beach one week out of the year and stay in the surf. Oh, I wade out and play. But I always I keep a wary eye on the horizon and make sure there is at least one person bobbing between me and the deep blue. I call him chum and he is…
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