On July 27, 1972 my aunt gave birth to a full-term still born baby boy. He was named Joseph William Boyles, named after my great grandfather. Since then, every July 27th, my Aunt Starr mourns his death sitting quietly in mediation and prayer. I remember a few years after Joseph’s death, I saw my aunt on this particular day sitting alone in her living room in North Carolina, the room blackened by the drawn curtains. At the time, her mourning frightened me. I was only 11 or 12, at the time, and did not understand her grief or the annual day of mourning she endured that day, and still does. This July 27th, Joseph would have been 42-years-old and he would have had, by…