We’re All Gonna Die

As always, you know I like to start the year off on a high note.  Not that I’ve ever been confused about whether I’m going to die or not, I do realize that it’s not something I think about often.  When I do, it makes me so sad I can barely breathe.  The finality of it all.  Death.  Something so scary many people don’t even like saying the word.

Some people are so scared of it they don’t even want to live.

When I think about death, I think about the possibility of the nonexistence of an after-life.  I think about the possibility of there being no hell or heaven. I think of closing my eyes and never hearing, seeing, feeling or thinking anything, ever… again.

After having my heart broken, I’ve had the ability to feel love again.  After being sick with the flu, or anything else for that matter, I’ve gotten better. I even lost the ability in my left eye last month, but by the grace of GOD, I got it back. Alhamdillah.  I’ve lost my appetite before, but you can bet your ass I’ve gotten it back. Hell, even women have the ability to say they’ve gotten their virginity back after losing it! lol [beware, I do this twice]

After death though, as far was we all know, all of our consciousness here on earth is gone, for good. Never to return.  I’m never going to hear my kids playing in the next room over again.  Never going to hear a car start again.  Never going to see planes flying in the air.  Never gonna see my girls perfect booty bouncing when she walks.  Just… nothing.

On the day I die:

There will be a funeral.  People weeping, and I would have either been burned to ashes, sitting in an urn or lowered into the ground in an expensive box. People will mourn and or celebrate my life later on that day, or maybe even the day before. I can’t lie, I don’t know how this goes, I’ve never really been to  funeral before.funeral  My parents took me to one when I was a kid, but I chose to stay outside all day. My grandfathers funeral, I unfortunately didn’t get to attend because bereavement leave for me had ran out… and at the time I actually WANTED to keep my job.  When grandma died, I was in Afghanistan, and though I didn’t really care about formalities with the job, and leave and all that… I didn’t make it out of the country in time. I don’t know or hang out with a bunch of thugs, gangsters and whatnot, and all the hardcore soldiers and Marines I know happened to make it back from war unscathed so I haven’t really been privy to many funerals.

I’ll be going to my first funeral next week.


My brother, Barry: husband, father, Army vet, lost his battle with cancer on the third of February. From what I know,he had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer at least over a year and a half ago. I knew for about a week or more that things were going south with him. Like… deep south. He was having issue after issue and it just seemed like his body was giving up on him. Admittedly my brother Barry and I were not THAT close.  If you couldn’t tell by all the “from what I know” and whatnot, but we didn’t really need to see one another every day to know we were brothers and that we loved each other.  When I drove up to Dallas to see him a couple weekends ago it was like seeing a stranger.  My brother was in the hospital, no meat on his bones, green,


jaundiced eyes, discolored tongue… he was loopy and in and out of coherence at times.  From what I understand when he was there he was still himself. But knowing him, inside his head he was aware of what was going on with him.

He knew full well he was about to die.

Can any of us know what this feels like? All the shitty things in my life, I know can get better.  I’ve been overweight, and I’ve lost it.  I’ve had overdue bills… and I’ve paid them. I’ve had my heart broken, but I’ve found someone better.  I’ve had spats with my parents, but we’ve patched things up.  But dying.  Dying is final.  There’s no solution to it.

Barry will never see his wife again.  Barry won’t see his kids again.  Barry wont…. ever see grass, or the sky, or sit in traffic again.  It’s over.


Now, to believers, they will say it’s just the beginning.  And if their soul is going to the right place, they’re going to The Everlasting.  They’re going to Sugarcandy Mountain, the land of milk and honey.  Where the streets are paved with gold.  Going to lie in gardens beneath which rivers flow. But if we believe that; that our friends, family and loved ones are going to this AWESOME fucking place, why are we so sad when they die? This is all we know.  Life… it’s all we know for sure.  I can say I have faith in heaven and hell all I want but I haven’t been there, I haven’t seen it, and I’m going to miss the person whether heaven exists or not! And if its all good up there, why can’t we communicate anymore? Why the big secret?

Either way… I just know, that on the way out it can’t be pretty. While you’re sitting there in the hospice/hospital bed…. or in a pool of blood, or in that wrecked car, or that crashing airplane an you know your death is imminent… it has to be the suckiest thing ever. Knowing you may not have your affairs in order.  Knowing you may have some unresolved issues with people in your life. Knowing you’ll never breath again and never taste cheesecake or hamburgers again.  Knowing the last breath you’re about to take is your last… it’s just really gotta suck.

That’s why when the few times in my life someone has died, I hated it when people asked, “how are you holding up?”  I’m like… dude, I’m fine.  I’M ALIVE! I’m not dying, I’m not dead.  I get to continue this thing we call life, they’re the one at the crossroads. Not me. And I don’t want to be selfish and make it about me. But these instances (and others) always take me into a deep state of thinking, revolving around the well-known but not-so-often talked about fact that: We’re all gonna die.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un.

Scream at me


P.S. Fuck Cancer

6 thoughts on “We’re All Gonna Die

  1. Christine says:

    Hey babe sorry to hear about your brother, my deepest sympathies and condolences to you and to your family.. ❤
    After reading this blog I don’t know how would I feel thinking about the word “Death”… I’m not sure if there will be heaven or hell. Just the fact that we don’t know what will happen when we die is scary. Because no one knows what happens after death. No one ever came back to share their experience. We only have religious scripts about the afterlife.
    But death is something we all face – rich and poor. So I think what is important before this time comes, we should live life to the fullest. I want everyone will remember me for who I am not the way that I died..


  2. Climmie Rooks says:

    Death is never easy and everyone handle it differently. I still hurt from the death of my mother, father, brother and many other love ones. You pray and ask God for strength and take it one day at a time. Barry died in peace there was no pain on his face. At peace I mean he felt his family was going to be alright and this is when he said “I’m ready they are going to be alright” so at this time God took him. Right now I have not felt any of this to be real I have to remind myself he is gone because in my heart this is not the case. His burial on Thursday will not close the deal by any means it just mean this is the last time we see his earthy body. We have so many memories that we can cherish until we are gone and there are many to remember.

    Your are correct you guys didn’t have to see each other every week or month to know you were loving brothers. When you all were together I would just sit back and watch and listen to all the stories and joking going on between the four of you all this is what it’s all about.

    We live our heaven and hell right here on earth each and every day. How we choose to live our life is very important we should choose wisely. Heaven is real so is Death!

    My advise to anyone who may read this blog, make your final arrangements and let it be know to those who are to take care of your affairs when you are gone. Your love ones will have plenty to go through without trying to figure out if this is what your wishes may have been. We are all going to die and refusing to make plans for your home-going is so unfair to your love ones. I have been on both sides of the coin and neither is pleasant but the one not planed is the worse!

    Robert keep the faith, stay prayed up and just as with anything else God will see you through this He will never leave you nor forsake you.

    We got this, because
    God got our back

    Awesome Blog!!


  3. Laura says:

    I’m so sorry to hear about your brother. I will keep you and your family in my prayers. Cancer does suck and I know how much it sucks to watch someone you love wither away because of it. I understand how it can put strain on your faith, but it’s normal. I love you and I’m here for you.


  4. Brandi says:

    Robert, you’re right. We are all going to die, and it’s a scary thought leaving this life and the things we love. And you’re also right about making the time we DO have here the best we possibly can. Prayers for you and your family during this time.


  5. Cami says:

    Very good blog as always. I, too, have this terrifying fear of it. The finality like you said…. The nothingness. The thought of never seeing my littles again. It’s one of those things that will take over me if I spend too much time on it so I usually just try to move on. Love you and know that my heart is with you.


  6. sans rival says:

    sorry about the lost. pls accept my heartfelt sympathy..

    True.Death is scary. and to be honest, Im not affraid to die… what I’m afraid of is that.. how, when and where it will be.

    I just wish that i can choose on how, where and when me and my loved ones will die.

    im a big believer that death is the doorway to a new life, a new perfect life, no more pain and crying, but you are right we haven’t been there,we haven’t seen it,its really a big secret.

    great blog..as always..

    Liked by 1 person

Don't just read and leave. Be kind, reply!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s