Agent Out of Time

Ella's head rested against my shoulder and I let my cheek rest against her head.

"I'm so proud of you son. I don't think I ever got enough chances to tell you how much I thought of and admired the man that you were. You should see the fine woman your daughter has become. She's come through hell, but she's still able for the journey and she has a man you'd be proud of, to share the rest of the journey with. I'm proud of her and I know you would be to."

My hands shaking I pulled a picture from my pocket, which I laid at the base of the cross. The picture was of Caleb Jr.

"Look what God has wrought son! Our blood will go on, as there is a new little warrior to carry on where you left off and where I will soon enough. Life goes on doesn't it. You don't have to worry about how he'll be raised son. He's in good hands. He has a good father to mentor him, a mother that lavishes him with love, and a grandmother that simply adores him." I said squeezing Ella's hand.

Ella pulled a flower from her hair and laid it beside the picture, "Thank you for your service."