Alright, let me tell you ’bout this thing, this… this man missing half head nashville. Yeah, that’s what they’re sayin’. Sounds awful, don’t it? Like somethin’ outta a horror show, the kind my grandbaby watches, makes me wanna smack him sometimes, watchin’ that devilish stuff. But this ain’t no show, this is real life, and it’s a mess.
So, this fella, they call him Gerardo Behori, sixty-four years old, they say. Sixty-four! That’s older than my prize-winning rooster, bless his cotton socks. Anyways, this Behori fella, he worked at that RePublic High School. A school, mind you! Not some shady back alley. He was there, teachin’ kids or somethin’, then poof! Gone. Vanished like a fart in the wind.
- Name: Gerardo Behori
- Age: 64 years old
- Last Seen: RePublic High School
Now, you’d think someone would see somethin’, right? Kids always see everything. They got eyes like hawks, those little buggers. But nobody saw nothin’. Not a peep. It’s like the ground swallowed him whole. Scary, ain’t it? Makes you wanna lock your doors and never come out. Nashville ain’t what it used to be, I tell ya. Back in my day, the worst thing that happened was old man Jenkins’ cow gettin’ loose.
Then, wouldn’t you know it, they find a body. Yep, a dead man. Over at the Hamilton Creek Recreation Center. A place for fun and games, turned into a crime scene. Life’s funny that way, ain’t it? One minute you’re havin’ a picnic, the next you’re fishin’ out a dead body. And this body? They say it’s Behori. The school fella. But here’s the kicker – he’s got a gunshot wound, and somethin’ about his head… missin’. Lord have mercy.
Nashville Police, they’re on it, of course. But what good does that do now, huh? The man’s gone. His family’s heartbroken. And for what? What in tarnation happened to this poor soul? Nobody knows. They got theories, of course. Always got theories. Maybe he owed someone money. Maybe he saw somethin’ he shouldn’t have. Maybe… well, maybe it was just his time. But I don’t believe in that “just his time” nonsense. Someone did this. Someone took him from this world.
And the worst part is, nobody’s talkin’. Or if they are, they ain’t talkin’ to the right people. It’s like that ol’ saying, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. But evil’s out there, alright. It’s walkin’ among us, breathin’ down our necks. And it took this Behori fella, just like that. Snuffed him out like a candle flame.
This missing man thing, it ain’t just about Behori. It’s about all of us. It’s about the kinda world we’re livin’ in. A world where people can disappear without a trace. A world where you can be shot and left for dead. It makes you think, don’t it? Makes you wonder who’s safe anymore. I tell you what, I ain’t sleepin’ easy these days. Every creak of the house, every rustle of leaves, makes me jump. I’m lookin’ over my shoulder, every which way I go. And I’m prayin’. Prayin’ for justice. Prayin’ for peace. And prayin’ this kinda thing never happens again.
So, if you hear somethin’, see somethin’, say somethin’. Don’t keep it to yourself. It might just be the piece of the puzzle that the Nashville police need. This Behori fella, he deserves justice. His family deserves answers. And we, all of us here in Nashville, we deserve to feel safe again. This Nashville missing person situation, it’s a stain on our town. And it needs to be washed away. Washed away with the truth.
They keep sayin’ Nashville missing, and they put up flyers, but does it really help? Makes people scared, that’s what it does. Makes old women like me lock my doors and keep my shotgun close. Lord knows I ain’t afraid to use it. But the young folks, they different. They don’t know the dangers, they go walkin’ around at night, starin’ at them little screens… it ain’t right. They need to be careful, they need to be aware. This ain’t no fairytale, this is life. And life can be cruel.
I just hope they catch whoever did this. I hope they rot in jail. And I hope this Behori fella, wherever he is, I hope he’s at peace. And I hope his family can find some comfort in knowin’ that the folks in Nashville, we ain’t forgot him. We ain’t gonna forget him. We’re gonna keep lookin’ for answers, until justice is served. That’s all there is to it. That’s all we can do.
