Tuesday, March 23, 2021
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I remember the day I met my father. It was in February, 1997. A Saturday. I had already had two sons . Every question I had about myself was answered the moment I laid eyes on him. His strength, his love for boxing and his desire to be the best at whatever he did were all characteristics of being a Langford. He made me proud to be his son. He allowed me to ask him anything and I did. What I found was a man who had come to grips with his errors in life and happy to find his only son named after him and to his surprise, I named my son after him. I loved him then, I love him now and I will love him always. Rest easy, King. You’ve fought a good fight, finished the course now take your rest. Here are pictures of your legacy
