I Laid My Son to Rest 15 Years Ago – When I Hired a Man at My Store, I Could Have Sworn He Looked Exactly Like Him

I laid my son to rest years ago and spent every day since trying to fill the silence he left behind. Then I came across a photo of a man who looked exactly like the boy I buried.

I buried my son, Barry, 15 years ago. That kind of thing changes a man.

My son was 11 when he died. He had sandy-blond hair and a shy smile. I still remember him as if it happened the day before.

Barry’s disappearance tore my world apart.

That kind of thing changes a man.

The search lasted for months. Police boats dragged the quarry lake. Volunteers walked miles of forest trails. My wife, Karen, and I spent countless nights staring at the phone, hoping it would ring.

It never did.

Eventually, the sheriff sat us down. Without a body, there wasn’t much they could do. The case would stay open, but after so long, they had to assume our son had died.

Karen cried until she couldn’t breathe.