I used to be afraid of my Dad dying. But I'm not anymore.
My Dad died in Feb. of 2001, and the amazing thing I learned is just how many parts of my Dad did NOT die.
I still have the love we had, I still have memories of years and years at home & then holidays & father/daughter dinnners & family picnics. I have an instant picture of him in my mind whenever I want.
I have my Mom & brother & sisters to talk to about him.
And best yet, I discovered that whoeever my father is, it is NOT his physical body. Call it his spirit, his soul, his personality, but whatever it is, it is HERE and it is very present.
Whenever a bright red cardinal (his favorite bird) sits on a bush and stares right into my house.
Whenever I find a penny - in my house - in a place I've walked by 5 times that day.
Whenever a single leaf drops from above and lands at my feet.
Whenever I look at his grandchildren's faces and hear them tell Grandmp's funny poems.
Don't get me wrong. I miss my Dad, hate Father's Day, cry at certain movies and think of him more than anyone knows.
It's kind of like having a tooth pulled. There's an empty socket there - and just the very absence of the tooth makes it a strange place - not the same.
You never get over it.
You DO get used to it.
I understand the fear and I applaud you writing in here about it. When I was 14 I started forcing myself to think (little by little) about the fact that both my parents would probably die during my lifetime.
Some people don't think about it at all - they shove it right out of their brain.
I'm glad that you feel the need to talk about it - that it may help you prepare and be strong enough.
And you will be. You'll be JUST strong enough. Guaranteed.