To fly or not to fly... thats the big question

I use to fly several times each month. I racked up ff miles. Then I just quit. It terrified me. I think I am doing better now. I think I will be flying again soon. It has had a huge impact on my life, marriage, business and family... my fear of flying. Scott has been so sad to not have me with him. He still goes all over but he says he is unhappy when I am not with him. I miss him too. My idea to just stay home does not sit well with him. He is a go out and about often type of person. Many of the place we need to be are far away. Not very practical to drive. I have got to conqure this. Many of my heros fly often... Mister Rogers, Pres. Hinckley, Sheri Dew. I used to get on a plane and think nothing of it. I heard something interesting at LaNea baby shower. She was telling me how when she flew in the person sitting next to her had BO. The other person smelled like baby spit up and stale food. I had never thought about how yucky it must be to be stuck on a plane with no clean air to sniff. The odors must be awful. Plus no wonder you get sick with no clean air to sniff. For hours you are stuck in a smelly germ trap. My cousin the pilot was bragging about going his personal fastest speed 725 miles per hour. They had 125 mile tail winds pushing them. That is like a tornado. It would rip your socks off. I have been working very hard on my fears of death. I think that and the trapped no control factors are my biggies. Well I also do not love heights. DO you know how high a plane gets? 35,000 feet. I try to remind myself that I am currently on the earth hurling through space at enormous speeds while turning ad I seem fine with that. It really comes down to trust. and Faith. If I know who God is and who I am and that he is aware of me... what is there to fear? Well it is not the being dead, it is the becoming dead. Will it hurt to die? Will it be a blackness and then I wake up in light and beauty? I am tending to go with this theory. My soul is eternal it will never die- that was a free gift from Christ. SO only my body will be temporarily dead and my spirit will keep going. There won't be a pause it will be seamless. I won't be disoriented like after me car crash. I will simply be separated for a time from my body. So the falling from the sky crashing should not alarm me. Especially if I am with Scott, who better to die with? The only concern I'd have then is who will care for my babies? Aunt Sue and Mungo? They are both helpless and that will never change. It is not like one day Aunt Sue will be all better and able to care for herself, or Mungo will learn English ad go get a real job. They will both need to have constant caring until they die and join us. SO which of you want to take them?