Celine Washington is a strong independent black woman who doesn't take shit from anybody. She makes her own money working at a prestigious law firm, hard-working, self-assured, and in full control of her life. She trained herself to be that way with...
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The funeral was like any other funeral. Every friend, family, and acquaintance was in attendance wearing the usual all black attire.
Nadia came up to me as Hunter went to find Chris.
"How's he been doing?" She asked as she embraced me in a hug and pulled away.
"As good as one could be given the circumstances" I said as I watch Chris' closest teammates approach him one by one offering their condolences.
Having to go greet everyone must've been exhausting.
His mother had an open casket and I watched as everyone walked up to say their goodbyes and then approach us to offer their condolences.
Chris and I were the first ones to view her. We walked up together my arm locked in his as he carried Jalen securely.
This was actually the first time Chris would be seeing her. He refused going to the hospital no matter how much I tried to convince him to.
"Who the fuck chose this ugly ass lipstick color" he said under his breath "she'd never wear that shit"
If his eyes weren't blocked by the black shades he adorned, I'm sure his eyes would hold strong annoyance.
"I told them to go natural" I said back a little below a whisper knowing damn well I was in charge of it.
It felt like another strike to the stomach cause all I wanted to do was help, I didn't want him to do it all alone.
Shaking his head he headed to our seats in the front my arm simultaneously slipping out of his.
These past weeks it honestly feels like I haven't done anything right.
I'm trying to be there for him.
I'm trying to be helpful.
I'm trying.
Some days are better than others, but he's not the same.
He's not the same Chris that would laugh and joke around or be flirty.
He's a shell of his former self.
He lost his mom and then he lost football.
Well not entirely.
After the incident at the police station, Chris got suspended for four games without pay. Add in the drinking while intoxicated and that was an additional two games.
That was a grand total of six games, which will inevitably cause him to miss near a quarter of the season.
Football was his one outlet that he could've used to distract himself, and now that was gone. He mainly just worked out for hours on end. He barely came over either, he began staying at his condo more than my place now.
