Walking Dead Season 7 spoilers are within. You’ve been warned. 

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The title says a lot. I’ve been trying to put into words my take on last night’s episode The Day Will Come When You Won’t Be, but I’ve struggled. 

So, I’m turning to the man who had such a way with words, Sgt. Abraham Ford. Abrahamisms, as my friend called them, who practically collected them whenever he spoke. 

“It’s plain as a potato to me…”

“I’m crispy like a cracker.”

“We’ve got a shit storm behind door A and a storm of shit behind door B.”

“I want to kill them because loose ends make my ass itch.”

“Let’s chew up some asphalt.”

“Uugling Bumpies.”

“Why? Why are dingle berries brown? Because that’s the way shit is…”

“You’d have better luck picking up a turd by its clean end.”

“I don’t give a monkeys left nut!”

“There is a vast ocean of shit that you people don’t know shit about. Rick knows every fine grain of shit, and then some.”

“I’ve been to eight county fairs and a goat rodeo, but I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“Spill the pintos.”

“Plan just got dicked.”

“We don’t give two short curlies what it looks like.”

“Mother dick.”

“Bitch nuts.”

“When you were pouring the Bisquick…were you trying to make pancakes?”

“I see rain coming, I’m wearing galoshes. I’m doubling up.”

And his last spoken words: 

“Suck my nuts.” 

But he said so much more in his last moments, silently saying I love you, and also goodbye:

Heartbreaking, seeing him flash those two fingers in Sasha’s direction. His death wasn’t one I saw coming. My son argued that it had to be Abraham; he was strong, he was a threat, no way would Negan let him live. 

And then there’s Glenn Rhee. The guy you could always count on. Trustworthy. Defender. Believer. Friend. Husband. Father to be. 

Yes, his death was foretold in the comics. But having Abraham take Lucille so valiantly, it appeared he would be safe. I never thought it would actually be Glenn. I thought he’d be safe, like he always was. 

I don’t blame Daryl for lashing out and landing that rewarding punch to Negan’s face. That’s who Daryl is. One of his family was just brutally killed. And Negan only did what he did to show them he kept his word. He warned them all. An example had to be made. This time there was no game of choosing. He just swung his beloved bat, and showed Rick and his people that he was true to his word. 

After that first hit, I sat up, gasping and clutching my blankie. I felt frozen with shock. 

And like that, Glenn was gone. 

This blog isn’t so much a recap of the episode…it’s to honor two lost members of a family that has grown and suffered so much in what now begins the 7th year I’ve been watching The Walking Dead. No, they’re not my family…but it’s a family whose lives I’ve come to know over time, and they’re loss feels like mine. 

SarahJ

10/24/2017