Today is the seventh day of May with the Blog Every Day in May challenge. Feel free to join in and if you catch this anytime through out the month feel free to just jump right in. Day 7, Tuesday: The thing(s) you’re most afraid of.
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I have always answered the question ‘What makes you most afraid?’ with a more serious answer than just spiders or the dark. I really do dislike spiders and find the unknown in the darkness to be quite terrifying. However, my deepest feeling of being afraid comes from the fear of being alone. Perhaps this is a common fear among the population with a need to be connected and to be heard. On a more personal level I see this fear of being alone coming from many years of having to say ‘goodbye’ and being in a new place again and again. While I would never want to have my childhood any less nomadic the price comes with times of solitude.
In my life, people do not tend to stay very long. They come and go easily, just as I move in and out easily. I have constantly and always moved every 2-3 years (if not more frequently) since I was born. My father, an officer in the USAF, was always coming and going with his job. There would be some times where he would be gone more frequently or for longer stretches of time due to war. While my self conscious has blocked out the multitude of his absence, I really only remember the good times when he was around. As a young married adult with kids of my own I really wanted to work on our relationship despite the long distance between us. At times it felt like my husband (who was then also in the military) could connect and talk with him much easier. Despite his long military career he was a very happy man full of life and love for others. I was just looking forward to being able to bond with him in my adult years. I was twenty five when was killed and ending any further connection between a daughter and her father.
I have had to deal with periods of being alone since then and have realized I pretty much fall short. It is not that I am so scared of being alone that it thwarts my life. It is that I view the purpose of living to be centered around the love and experience with those in our life. I do not believe we were made to be alone. It is in the hardest of times and the darkest of times that we need others more than ever. Having been alone and going through the loss of my dad, to be followed with the almost dissolution of my marriage within the same year is something I would not wish on another human being. I look back on those years and see how it has made me stronger. It has made some relationships in my life, like with my husband, better than before. However that fear is not gone.
I’m still terrified of losing someone.
My dad was killed on his bicycle by a person in a car under the influence of drugs.
My mother’s brother, who was mentally challenged, had been killed on a bicycle.
During my freshman year of Uni I was hit by a car on a bicycle and luckily walked away with just scrapes and bruises.
|Source: Remember Charles|
I have not yet let my boys ride bicycles since my dad’s passing. They have gotten to play on similar items in the safety of a yard and under my watchful eye. It is not the bicycles, but the fear of others hurting my loved ones that scares me. Mountain biking in the countryside would be fine.
In the last week my husband has gotten a bike helmet and bright orange safety backpack. His bicycle to ride to work is on its way. I would be lying if I said I was not scared. As we do not have a car he walks to and from work every day and a bicycle would cut down on the time. Having ‘gasped’ at a few drivers here in England already who are going too fast on the road I walk on with the kids it scares me that something might happen to him.
I am scared that something might happen to my family, especially now when everything is so much better. When this is the happiest and most content my family has ever been and I’m scared of what might happen.
|Source: Remember Charles|