If I'm honest, yes I'm afraid of death...only because I would rather be living. Like most of you I'm afraid of how I die...I do not want to be a burden to my family or die violently. My personal wish is to be in the arms of my husband and slip away quietly with a smile on HIS face.
As many of you know, I did come close to checking out on my own...but, thank God and my children that never happened. I appreciate life. I appreciate living.
My father always said he was an athiest and when he had his massive heart attack he said he was so scared. Although he was raised in a religious household he chose not to believe in anything. He died afraid and alone except for his younger son (my half-brother) with him during his last hours. My dad was a child molester and I had distanced myself from him for years.
For me, I believe in God and believe that there's peace after death and I pray that if I am conscious during the time I am to die, that my belief will give me courage to face whatever I have to face.
The part I dread the most is leaving my sons and husband. The older I become the more I cherish the time we have and the more life means to me.
Don't know if this answered your question...