I never think about death in a morbid sense because I believe I came to terms with it in my childhood. As you will see when you read on, I didn’t think too deeply in those days.
At the age of eleven I was very near the tallest girl in my Catholic school class. This was not good in those days. I was already the skinniest, and was called toothpick legs by some of the boys in the class. The girls were close, but the boys, they knew how to hurt, and calling someone toothpick legs was about as cruel, I thought, as anyone could get. Something needed to change, so when I returned home from school I’d go into the bathroom and have a heart- to-heart talk with God. I explained ( pleaded) the importance of being four inches shorter, and if this were not possible, then he could just come and get me cause I wasn’t staying.
Well, the year went by and I didn’t get any shorter. But what happened was I became comfortable with the idea of death, and I believe it all began in the bathroom, bargaining (pleading) for leaving rather than staying.