“Afraid” is just a word. Or “it is, what it is.”
Part of my philosophy is to “pray for the serenity to accept the things I cannot change...”
I watched my Dad die at only 69. He regretted not living longer when cancer finished him.
I do not believe he was “afraid,” since he faced enemy fire on Okinawa, was seriously wounded, lived a full life.
He deeply loved his family. His spirituality was non-denominational.
He prepared for retirement, and getting cut short was a disappointment. But not afraid.
===I do not believe he was “afraid,” since he faced enemy fire on Okinawa, was seriously wounded, lived a full life===
To a combat vet. The portion of the 23rd Psalm tells it like it is...
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”
If you’ve walked through, gotten hurt and made it to the other side even once much less multiple times, the fear of dying seems to take a back seat to the realization that the possibility is always there and you just live and try to postpone it as long as possible. You truly learn to not let a fear consume you.
Huge “Salute” to your Dad from another vet that’s been through that valley.