<p>Khalil's death helped me to live <em>again, </em>learn <em>again,</em> and to also love myself and God <em>again... </em>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&nbsp;dangling in his bedroom closet. He used a cognac colored belt. A belt, I purchased, was the weapon of his self-inflicted demise... and now, for the first time since his death, I can hold his belt and his skateboard and bravely tell this story... OUR story #KhalilsVoice!</p><p><br></p><p><br></p>