I lost all fear of dying after my dad died.
At first I thought it was a strange depression/sadness. A bitterness at the world.
Overtime I thought it was just the accepting of the inevitable. Why fear what you cant stop?
Then, after a few years, I thought I was brave because he was inspiring to be.
Im not afraid of anything anymore. Since the day he died I havnt felt fear.
But now I know its just because I want to see him again.