A Day of Cold Rain, Warm Tears and Memories
 

[URL="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/related/topic/Pedro+Taylor?tid=informline"]Pedro Taylor[/URL] made his way off the slippery turf at [URL="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/related/topic/FedEx+Field?tid=informline"]FedEx Field[/URL], the grass at the 50-yard line painted with a massive 21, the jersey number of his late son, Sean. The [URL="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/related/topic/Washington+Redskins?tid=informline"]Washington Redskins[/URL]' game against the [URL="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/related/topic/New+York+Giants?tid=informline"]New York Giants[/URL] had not yet begun yesterday, and everywhere Pedro Taylor turned there stood a well-wisher, someone with a hug, someone else with a handshake. As he ducked into a tunnel, finally out of a driving rain, he looked up at some fans who had just watched him stride to a microphone and address a stadium about his son, who had died from gunshot wounds one year and three days earlier.

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