When someone you loves goes missing there are many very bad days and the hardest days are the anniversary of their disappearance and their birthdays.   For me the days leading up to January 10th, the date our son went missing, are almost harder than the actual day.  You relive the nightmare over and over again.  The young man in this news story was only fourteen when he went missing three years.  My thoughts are with this family. 

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