“Libations poured in remembrance Balloons released into the sky Ritual and procession, Pomp and circumstance It’s an affair when Black people die.” -F. Renee Hamilton My earliest memory of death was being held in my mothers’ arms as we stood in line to view my paternal great-grandmothers body for the last time. I could not have been more than four years old, but this final saying of goodbye has...
