I am afraid of being forgotten.  Not in the sense that no one will remember me in 100 years.  I mean, that scares me too, because no one wants to live pointlessly, but that's not what I'm getting at.  A couple of years ago my youth group went to Kings Island.  On the way back home, I was sitting in the back, and my pastor looked in the rear-view mirror and asked, "WHERE IS CALLIE?  DID WE LEAVE HER THERE?"  Can you guess what happened next?  Yep.  I cried.  There where 10 kids there. Can you blame me?  I guess a better word to phrase this fear would be being left behind.  It makes me think of Lilo and Stitch, with ohana meaning family and family meaning nobody gets left behind.  I'm afraid of any of my families not truly being ohana.  This fear is different from being alone in a strange place.  It's not the strangeness that scares me, or being alone.  It's the reason for why I'm alone in the first place.