Well, the title says it all... This is something that I deal with every single day and it's not just a simple worry that I think most people deal with, it's a worry that makes me physically ill, a worry that drives the people I love crazy, a worry that literally eats me up inside. Some days, I think that I am just worrying my life away, waiting for something horrible to happen, losing sleep because I really have a horrible feeling that something is wrong. It's not about getting bombed, or an act of terrorism, it's isn't that I have some sort of disease or I am dying, it's that something has happened to the people that I love. That one day, one of them is going to wake up and realize that they don't need me as much as I need them or need me at all. This type of anxiety is beyond painful and for someone who doesn't deal with it, it seems almost surreal to them. That some minuscule things could affect me in such a way... But when my mom leaves the city to d...