When I think of death I think of how afraid I am of walking into a forest. I fear going in too far and not remembering how to get out. I can’t think of anything I want to see in the woods and I can think of many things in the woods that completely frighten me. But it’s the combination of not know what I will run into and not knowing how to get back home that stops me in my tracks.
Even though I’m mostly over the fear of my own death, except for how it would effect my loved ones; I have no way to prepare for the death of those I love.