I was astonished to learn the true identity of the young boy I saw by my son’s gravesite.
My wife and I were devastated by the loss of our son. No one or anything could ever fill the void he left. As a memorial to his memory, I would visit his cemetery every Sunday and bring a bouquet of lilies, which were his favorite flowers.
I once saw a young boy as I was getting closer to his gravestone. I approached him to welcome him, intrigued. When I did, he hurried to his feet and fled without a word, vanishing in the other direction.
I was uneasy after this incident, so I informed my wife what I had witnessed when I arrived home. I made the decision to learn more about this enigmatic youngster the following day since I was becoming increasingly curious. I found out that he and his mother lived on the opposite side of town.
I made the decision to go see them, and I was completely stunned by what I discovered there.
My heart was racing when I got to this woman’s house.
She looked skeptical when she opened the door, but as soon as I told her why I was there, she relaxed.
He was present when she invited me in.
I had seen the young youngster at my son’s grave.
There was an odd sparkle in his eyes as though he already knew something I didn’t yet comprehend.
The woman then came clean: this youngster was actually my grandson.
My son was unaware that he was a parent.
A forgotten affair, a well-kept secret.
This realization completely rocked me.
