My mother is a worrier, she has suffered the terrible pain of my fathers death at least twenty times. He gets sick, goes into the hospital and she is sure he will die. The fact that the doctor says he'll be okay she still worries. He is usually home the next day. I will say that she will not last long without him. They've been together that long.
And I have come to realize that there must be a worry gene. I will think of absolutely the worst possible scenario's, and none of them happen. I spend nites up until two am., just to worry about something. Mind you most of the time it never happens, but it is my job to worry.
How worrying helps is hard to say. The only thing I can think of it that it occupies my mind. I have nothing to fill the quiet with.
So I guess that's why God invented authors. Because there is nothing in this world that fills the time like a good book. Romance writer...take me away--