I Stumbled Upon a Headstone in the Woods and Saw My Childhood Photo on It – I Was Sh0cked When I Found out the Truth

“It’s you, Daddy,” he said excitedly. “The baby version! Don’t we have this photo at home?”

When I looked down, the air left my lungs.

Set into the stone was a ceramic photograph — chipped at one corner but still clear.

It was me.

I couldn’t have been older than four. Dark hair, uncertain eyes, wearing a yellow shirt I vaguely remembered from a faded Polaroid back in Texas.