Not on a daily basis, because it's usually so abstract and unreal. But I did have a couple of scary, near-miss experiences - I narrowly escaped serious injury or death in a motorcycle accident, and later almost fell several hundred feet while hiking - and in those moments, YES, I was very afraid. Deathly afraid, you might say.
Also, each time I've lost a beloved relative or good friend, again it becomes real and I always feel... I wouldn't say fear, but rather dread. Very sorry to hear about your friend's miscarriage, captainsgirl. What a horrible experience.
Usually though, I'm with Woody Allen: "I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens." Live long and prosper, everyone.