I am afraid to die. I don’t know what’s next and it scares me. Do you drift off into nothingness only to be memories for the living? Is there a heaven or a hell? And where am I going? I’ve lived life a slave to certainty and the need to know. The idea of growing old and completing my time on this planet haunts me every day. Especially as I witness my body break down. My knees hurt. I’m not as quick as I use to be (for the record, I was really never that quick). I’m also watching people I love get older and fail in health. I dread late night phone calls from family members. I want to turn back the clock. No, I want to stop the clock from progressing. I want to live an eternity with no worries. I don’t want to be afraid of the inevitable. But I am.