How To Honor the Memory of Our Loved Ones: Grief In My Black Experience Part II

My mother and I were sitting in the living room on a sunny Saturday afternoon watching television and gossiping… I mean, chit-chatting like we always do. It was one of those days, so more than likely we were reminiscing on some moment or memory that my mother had of my late father who had been gone from this world about six months at that time. I do not remember it as a sad moment, but I do recall my mother mentioning that she had not received any messages from the…