The Three People I Talk To Everyday
May 9, 2009 36 Comments ›› Pat Dollard
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The three people I talk to every day are God, the devil, and death. The idea that death wears a hood or shroud is ridiculous to me, because every time he’s stepped up to have a conversation with me about personal matters, he’s done it by shoving his face right into mine, making it very clear who he was. And it always is clear, because there is no shroud, and each and every one of the features of death’s face, every crack, slope, angle, and scar are indelibly etched in my memory. He never announces himself before speaking because he’s never left my side, and he’s never dropped out of the conversation, I’ve just forgotten he’s there because he hasn’t said anything in a while. And he always answers should I initiate a conversation, but mostly just with not-so-clear purposeful looks, and some sub-species of a smile, like a smirk or a grin. A few times I’ve been able to come up with the right question phrased the right way, and he’s answered, and I got to know my life a little better. In general, though, I not only don’t speak to him, I try to forget he’s my constant companion, ignoring him, because I don’t like him.
Mostly, I’m left to wonder if God or the devil are speaking to me, or answering my questions. Their form is left to my imagination. Death, however, lives to real himself entirely, to let us know everything we need to know about hime, while still alive.
A week ago to the day, in this “Deep Thoughts” column, I wrote about my day being consumed by helping save the life of a man I don’t like. I ended the post with this statement: “I’m left to wonder what this is all about”. In four short days, Death startled me by announcing that one of the three most important people in the world to me was now in his clutches, their fate at his discretion. She is still here, at this moment, while he decides just what do with his prisoner.









