tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post6659170022918447591..comments2024-03-28T11:38:34.959-05:00Comments on Leaves On My Tree: FearEmma Springfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-29702330774079794122016-05-10T15:50:18.041-05:002016-05-10T15:50:18.041-05:00You pretty much described the way I wonder about d...You pretty much described the way I wonder about death and dying. I have never been good at relying on someone else so perhaps that is part of my fear of being blind. You have good insight.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-9197648186935398382016-05-10T06:12:02.861-05:002016-05-10T06:12:02.861-05:00Dear Emma, now I see a photo of you - and like it!...Dear Emma, now I see a photo of you - and like it! <br />As to fears: yes, some get happily less important, others remain (I don't like standing on a high ladder - though I stood high up at the Shard or the Petersdome and could look around). Being blind sounds so awful - you have to trust that much, be that courageous when you cannot see. Death: I don't know. I don't fear it, I think - but I fear being helpless before. So: not death, but dying. Though I am curious. Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com