Worrisome Worries

I worry. A lot.
I know there is very little I can do to change things.
I worry about my mother. What it will be like after my father is gone.
They have been married 54 years this November, if he makes it that long.
I worry that she may not survive long after he is gone.
I worry that I want be able to handle it and be there for her.
These last 2 years has brought me and my father closer together than ever before.
I'm grateful for that.
I worry that maybe their money will run out and I won't be able to help out.
I worry that maybe I should forgo them buying me a house and let them just bank it.
I worry that my sister will be no help when it comes time to take of my father
or when my mother's health begins to fail at some point.
I worry that my father's illness will be prolonged and he will suffer.
I worry at the toll it will take on my mother's health if that should be the case.
I worry that when they do buy me a house, I won't be able to keep it up.
I worry that I won't be able to buy the furniture I need to replace.
I worry that after waiting all these years to finally get house, still no one will visit because it is too far away.
I worry that Izzy will pass away about the same time as my mother does, and I will be alone.
I worry that I still haven't met anyone that I can truly rely on when all this happens.
I worry that I'll begin to have health issues of my own.
I worry that I will face them by myself.
I worry that I will die alone and no one will ever know I'm gone.
I worry that I will never find a better paying job, with better hours and benefits.
I worry that if I do survive to a ripe old age, I won't have the money to retire.
I worry that I may never get to travel.
I worry that nothing will ever change.
I worry that everything in my life will change.
I worry.
A lot.