Khalil\'s death helped me to live again, learn again, and to also love myself and God again... and now, for the first time since his death, I can hold his belt and his skateboard and bravely.
A belt, I purchased, was the weapon of his self-inflicted demise...
He used a cognac colored belt.
Ironically, if I had my way Khalil would still be here but he\'s not and I\'ve had to endure the indescribable pain of finding my son\'s lifeless body dangling in his bedroom closet.
Khalil\'s death helped me to live again, learn again, and to also love myself and God again..