It was sad to watch Taliban and his brothers come in. Taliban came in holding our son, who was now awake and hanging onto his father with his hands wrapped around his neck as he gently cried. It took a few deacons to hold Taliban up because when he made it to his brother, he lost it. I dropped my head and didn’t even realize I was crying until one of my tears hit the obituary. Because I knew how strong Taliban was and how he just accepted the shit that life threw at him, it broke my heart to see him break down.
Goodness 😢😢😢😢😢
