Unfortunately, death becomes an unwanted visitor to our homes and family leaving pain, suffering and hurt. Last week my oldest male cousin on the paternal side of my family, Benny Rene Harris, passed away. We were both raised by our grandmother, but due to our age difference we spent limited time together. Like many of us, Ben’s life had many ups and downs, highs and lows, sorrows, and setbacks. But I am proud to say during the last decade of his life, he truly dedicated his life and work to serving the Lord.  He was active in his church and various other ministries extending his gifts and talents anyway and anywhere he could.  Over the years Ben and I had established a routine of checking in weekly to see how the other one was doing and what was going on in our lives.  One day he shared with me that he was not feeling well and that something was wrong. I urged him to go to the doctor and get checked out.  For some reason many men, especially Black men hesitate to go to the doctor. After getting checked he found out that he was struggling with various illnesses including cancer.

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