I recently watched a documentary, the name escapes me, perhaps "The Science of Dying", where several respected scientists discuss the limits of the human body, the human mind, and what chemically occurs during death. By the time I had researched some of the facts presented and was assured that I wasn't just being swept up in propaganda, I felt a great relief. I was no longer afraid of death. That, friends, was and is very empowering.
That said, I do greatly fear loss, and I fear pain. Although fleeting, pain does in fact, hurt like a bitch, so I will flinch when someone swings at me, and my stomach will flutter when a semi-truck passes a bit close, and if I hear tires squeal, my fight or flight kicks in.
My dominate fear, aside from irrational fears which I feel are born from childhood, is loss.Specifically the loss of my family and close friends. To date one of the worst times in my life was a walk to take my dog to be put down.
Just tossin that one out there.