We live in the Big Thompson Canyon. My husband inherited the land and house and insists on living in it. I keep waiting for a flood to sweep us down the canyon. It’s happened before. When I try to explain how afraid I am, my husband says, “Don’t worry, we have flood insurance. Just enjoy how beautiful it is.” He thinks we’ll know in advance if a wall of water is rushing our way and will have time to get out. I don’t . . .
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My greatest fear is that my Mother is going to forget who I am she has alheimers disease and a lot of times the person forgets everybody eventually and eventually they just end up in a chair saying nothing to anybody and eventually dying . that is my greatest fear for my Mother and aslo my greatest fear happing to me at some point in my life. So I guess you can say is my greatest fear in my life is altheimers.
I have returned to my much loved country land. Built a small home and have started my gardens.
My greated fear is to not be able to live out the remainder of my years in this
cottage.
A fear of of losing strength to do all I want to do and someday my independence.
So I will take one day at a time, pace myself, not get over tired
and enjoy my remaining years.
Just so difficult to understand
since I never aged before.
One day I was young and evidently old at this time – yet inside
I have such a young spirit.
“My greatest fear,” Libby read, “is that somebody will give me a taste of my own medicine.” She grinned and elbowed her boyfriend. “Look at that,” she said. “Have you ever tasted Buckley’s Cough Syrup?”
“No,” said Bob. “And I don’t think I want to.”
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