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To be honest, I don't think "scared" is the correct word for me. I'm definitely not anxious to leave my family and friends behind, but I don't fear moving on as much as I used to.
I had a dream a little while back where I helped a man around my age cross over. He was so terrified and shaking; all I remember is hugging him, telling him that he is loved and everything will be okay, then saying that he will be happy when he "gets back home" and sees his family again.
I think, in all seriousness, that I had this dream for a reason. Since then, I haven't been afraid of death. I've actually looked forward to it: I feel "homesick" in my own home and I am truly excited to go back to wherever I'm headed.
Is that weird? (shrugs) :)
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