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.
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
