[ WP ] : Turn your deepest , darkest fear into something genuinely sweet and heartwarming

It's cold down here. And dark. It's always dark anymore. And honestly, I ca n't remember when I was put down here. It's been so long that it's started to fade. But that's okay, because I think I am too. 
 
 They use to come more often. My friends, my family, the people who love me. Or loved me, which I guess is more appropriate. But times change, people change. Sometimes it's just forgetfulness, pushing it into the back of one's mind until it's not so bad or painful anymore. And eventually, people move on. Everyone does, one way or another. 
 
 But I'm still around. Whenever they want to talk, I'm here. My son use to come and read to me when my favorite author came out with a new book. That was nice. He told me when I became a granddad. How his son was doing in little league. When he was learning to drive a car. It gets lonely sometimes down here, alone in the dark. But as long as people remember me I'm still around. That's just how it works, I guess. Maybe I'll fade away in time, when everyone I knew and loved has moved on, when I'm just another name with no one to come and visit me... but I hope I do n't fade away too soon. 
 
 Last week my wife joined me here. I felt her next to me when they laid her down here too. Right along side me forever. I've missed her so and we've got so much to catch up on. It'll be nice to have company again, to be able to talk to someone who can hear me. 
 
 I'm so tired though. I know I wo n't be here much longer. But I want to stay as long as I can with her. I do n't want her to be as scared and alone as I was when they first buried me... 
 
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 Author's note: My greatest fear is that when we die there is no afterlife like many believe to be. Nor is there just the end where all thought and existence ceases. Instead when we are laid to rest, part of us remains on, trapped in our bodies, aware and unable to do anything but wait in that long dark, our only company our thoughts and those precious few times someone is kind enough to visit us, to sit and talk for a few minutes, to share a bit of their life with us. An endless time alone and aware, down there in that cold earth...
