Being a very social person, the idea of a time coming when I'd run out of company to share was a big one. I hated the idea of knowing no one to call, no one to see, and then it happened. The world changed, and it became impersonal. 'Friend' went from being a noun(a person whom you can enjoy and confide in) to a verb(a button you push on a major social media platform). Most communication seemed to be remote(and this was way before anyone heard of Covid). Through the years, I adjusted, though somewhat bitterly. After all, I wasn't truly alone; I've got my husband and children.
But, of course, that's my new fear now. That my husband will die, and my children abandon me, and I'll sit forgotten in my house, with no one to share a moment with, and I'll only have the glow of a device to keep me company.