Ready for Five Minute Friday?

Well, here goes … a day late {as is my norm} … but ready nonetheless.

The timer is set for five minutes and the prompt word — FEAR — has been pondered so let’s GO …

I don’t really have very many fears … except maybe for ferris wheels, stemming from an incident when I was about five and got stuck on top for about an eternity {probably two minutes} … or ladders, not because of the height but because I have enough trouble walking on flat ground.

But I am afraid of dying. Not death. My faith is grounded enough for me to know my place in eternity and if I’m wrong, so what.

But I am afraid of the process of dying. Now I haven’t encountered too many long, drawn out, tube-filled, beeping machines death scenes in my life. But it’s precisely that scenario that scares the bejeebers out of me … not because I might have to go through it but because my loved ones may have to go through it. That isn’t something I would want them to experience.

As I get older I notice things … STOP

like my more erratic gait, the extra aches and pains {some of which I share and others I choose to bear}, my dependence on others, friends and contemporaries in the hospital or funeral home. And it bothers me.

Someday it could be me. My prayer — like everyone else’s, I suppose — is go peacefully … in my sleep … untethered to any machines. Just a step from one realm to another.

It may not be so … and that’s my fear.

Well, that’s it. See what other writers thought about the prompt at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2015/06/18/five-minute-friday-fear-plus-a-new-video-and-a-giveaway/). It’s worth the visit.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.