I'll see your fear and raise it into making your therapist come up with a plan to notify you if she should pass away.

That's what happened to me, or how far I pushed that irrational fear.

however.... it my defense, I ran across his father's obituary in the newspaper and guess what? They have the EXACT SAME NAME. Talk about a total freak out. It was only when I actually calmed down enough to read the obit that I realized that it wasn't my therapist.

I caught myself and waited a good long while before I brought this up with my therapist so he could have time to grieve without being faced with a needy, totally irrational client. AND that wait gave me time to deal with what I would want to happen should he pass away unexpectedly.

It turns out he had never even thought about how he would let his clients know and thanked me for bringing it up (although I'm pretty sure he wanted to have a "Moonstruck" moment and just say "snap out of it!").

It's all cleared up now, and, yes he could die. We all could. That's what makes the relationships we have so very very precious. Nothing is guaranteed - not even tomorrow.