Today I cried. I did everything I could to calm the storm swelling about the coast, but today…

It’s been two days since Dennis died. Like the last two days, I had no plans of getting out of bed, but you know it’s Sunday. I honestly didn’t even realize but even in my current state, mom wasn’t letting me miss church. This is what you need, she said, and she chose to yell across the house, Ready? until I found my way to the car. Considering that the church is only two minutes away from our house, not a word was said. When we arrived, I texted Tay and Jay as usual to see if they had already made it, and they told me they were already inside, so I felt safe to leave the car.

As I inched closer to the door, I could feel some sort of weight unloading about my shoulders. Then I opened the door. There my uncle stood firmly ushering. As I plodded past him, he reached out and touched my shoulder. I chose not to look back. I took my seat at the end of the bench, and I greeted Jay who was sitting closest to me first. He lifted his head out of his arms, and with tears in his eyes he uttered, Wassup, before he stormed out. He had lost a best friend too. What made it worse, he was also on the football field when Dennis collapsed. Tay and I ran out of the church to find him sitting on the steps. We picked him up. Hugged each other. As brothers. We cried.