I believe everybody is at least scared of something.
What is mine?
Dying alone. (I have mentioned this a few times in my past blog entries.)
Most likely, dying alone happens when my parents, relatives, friends, and loved ones are completely gone. (So far, I already have lost my sister. I just written a previous blog post, "Losing A Loved One.")
What is my imagination of dying alone?
My 100-year-old self is stuck alone at a hospital bed. Nobody else to either support or comfort me.
Am I close to dying alone? No way near from it.
Currently, I am single. Eventually, I will find that somebody. Then, I can tell my kids, "This is how I met your mother." (It reminds me of that TV show.) My parents are still healthy (and still living continually strong). I still keep in touch with a few of my close friends occasionally.
Why only occasionally?
As we grow older, my friends and I are mainly focused on our priorities, such as work. Unlike our younger days, we hung out almost every day.
We had so much free time.
Why are you scared of dying alone?
My life coming to an end without any farewells (from my loved ones). I am human. I have feelings and emotions. (I am not a robot.)