The Fear of Death

A few weeks ago I overheard a couple of colleagues behind me discussing some breaking news about an incident outside Westminster. Even though I was over a mile away from Westminster I still felt like I was in danger so I just packed up my bags and left the office and hurried home. As a single father I worry especially what would happen if something to my daughter if something happened to me. It's not that I'm afraid of death but I'm more afraid of the consequences of my death for the people that depend on me. Back in 2005 one morning I was on my way to work as usual and my train arrived in at the overground station in Kings Cross a few minutes later than usual so I