This Is Not The Blog You Expected.

No, I’m sorry guys. This one has nothing to do with weed. :p

My Uncle Ricky Jones, whom of which was like a father to me, passed away last month 12:12pm June 3rd, 2019. He was 29 years of age and weighed over a loveable 300 pounds.

That’s. Fucking. Crazy.

He had just got off of the phone with my grandmother just coming home from one of his many hospital visits. This time it was only a check up. “I’m tired mom. I’m going to go lay down.”, he spoke.

“I’m just so tired.”

They said their goodbyes and he started to surf on his phone. Everything was so normal.

He showed me a video of a smaller boxer defeating a super duper tall dude. “When do you ever see that happen?”, he laughs.

I turned on Hell’s Kitchen which was one of his favorites. He laid down straight on the floor, because that’s how he always liked to lay. He closed his eyes.. and for a moment everything was peaceful.

His breathing started to become struggle. I look over and yell his name to wake him. He is shaking, spazzing, and my heart is throbbing at this point. His lips turned blue as did his face and.. well.. his entire body. I asked him to wake up one more time.

Then I saw him pee himself.

I called my grandmother and then I called the ambulance. Emergency services had me on the other line talking through the situation. I started performing CPR on Ricky.

This is the part that makes me feel horrible. I don’t think I pushed his chest hard enough.

I just didn’t want to hurt him.

His breathing came in two minute intervals and soon, he took his final breath with me by his side.

The day before I just graduated. The week before I had just gone to a friends funeral. I did not want to go to another one.

There was one thing to blame. One mother fucking thing that took over his life. Food.

He died from being morbidly obese. Basically, he suffocated himself. I miss Ricky everyday and so wish that I could spend more time with him, but his courage and love will always be with me.

Here’s why I’m sharing this.

Experiencing this situation has taught me a lot in life. It’s taught me that nothing is promised, and at any given moment you or someone you love could die.

Straight forward. I know.

So live your life to the fullest. Smoke and toke to get through. Look in the mirror and tell yourself that you’re worth this life. Be healthy just for the sake of living. Love one another and set aside hate.

p.s. Anything can happen within the matter of five seconds.

-Quxxn Alyssa

7.5.19