It's never too late!

An angel took my hand and said, "I have something to show you."
We stopped right above my grave.
People were standing next to my tombstone, talking.

The angel said, Do you know these people? I did not recognize them.
I overheard one say, I know I would have loved him!
What did she mean?
The young man's eyes looked like mine, but how could that be?

  Then I heard one of them say, "Now I know where my dad gets his mannerisms."
 Were they talking about me?
 Could this be the son of the girl I once knew so many years ago?
Let me think!
Yes, there was this pretty freckled-faced girl; she was my first love.
I can still see her face, her long red hair, and those skinny legs.

I heard the girl say, I hate we found everyone too late to meet him.
Wow!
Could the young man and young woman be my grandchildren? They look old enough to have children of their own.
How did they find me?
Who told them about me?
What happens to that freckled face girl?

When my marriage failed, I went in search of the freckled face girl but, she had married another.

One day I saw my son, he did not see me and seeing him weighed heavily on my heart.
I wanted to tell him who I was and that I loved him, but instead I chose to walk away.

I spent many years in Chicago and was married twice.
After my dad died, I moved south to be near relatives.
Tried marriage one more time, we were married for eighteen years.

When I was a teenager, my parents divorced.
Dad and I moved away, and sis stayed with mother.

Dad was a baby when his mother died, so his siblings raised and spoiled him.
We moved in with one of Dad's sisters until we could get back on our feet.
We both worked odd jobs, and work was slow.

When we left home, all we had were the shirts we were wearing.
I was wearing my favorite yellow shirt when I met that freckled-faced girl.
She always called me the boy in the yellow shirt.

The angel took my hand. He said, "Son, this is the family you never knew."
I once held that young man with red curly hair, now with a touch of gray.
My, how time does fly!

Several times I asked the freckled face girl, with long skinny legs, to marry me.
But her answer was always no.
I wanted to take her back to Chicago with me.
She said I am too young to be so far away from home.
Mom and Dad will take care of us.
She said that she loved me, but love was not enough.

Tears streamed down the faces of the strangers at my grave.
The angel took me to get a closer look.
My hand fell upon the man's head. He reached up, and we touched.
The man said, Dad, I know you are here.

The last thing I remember while I was still on this earth was my car veering to the right, and I struck a guardrail.
I tried to steer my car back onto the road when I saw a headlight. I was too late, the car was too fast.
With a loud crash, my life was gone.
An angel came to carry me home.

My family watched as they lowered my body into the dark grave.
A shell of a body lies buried beneath the earth, but my soul lives in heaven.

My soul longed for my lost son, and now he's come in search of me.
The Lord has healed my soul. A man without pain.
The angel said your son needs healing of the soul.
That is why he has come in search of you.

The grandchildren needed to know their roots.
There was always a puzzle piece that did not fit in the older man's life.

I know someday our paths will cross.
It will be eternally.

What a sweet reunion that will be!
Well enough of this rambling! What are they leaving? They did not stay long enough! I wanted to know more!
Angel, will they come back?