The number one killer of black people (behind systemic racism): grief.
We carry it in our bodies, cancers becoming more aggressive, blood pressure never stabilizing, backs and knees unable to carry the load, hearts giving out.
I eat mine.
If I don’t get control of my grief and sorrow, I will have diabetes–just like my family before me. But joy has become harder to reach so that food becomes the needle in my arm, the pipe in my hand.
I am praying today that we overcome our grief.
‘‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”