I dread getting a phone call in the middle of the night. Its happened once before when my grandfather died.

I also dread that moment at interviews when they look at you and say "Thanks for comming in"

Watching my (grown-up) kids doing things I know'll kick them in the arse and not being

able to do a thing about it.

driving up on an accident and find out it is a loved one (been there don't want to do it again)

haveing to tell my parents some day that they are no longer able to drive a car.

I dread...

Phone calls in the middle of the night...in every case for me, they are always unwelcomed.

Losing loved ones. The pain is almost unbearable.

The idea of not being important to anyone.

((((rabbit)))) I'd hate those too.

(((Lilith)))

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