My step father was raised in by non practicing Lutherans who never had him baptized. When he married my Catholic mother, he promised the Church that he would raise me as a Catholic. I was only 8 at the time but began praying that my "dad" would be baptized a Catholic. In late March this year, my mother called to say that my "dad" had asked to be baptized a Catholic. Needless to say, I was overjoyed.
Since dad was confined to home in a wheelchair, the priest came to the house. He met privately with him for 1/2 hour to ensure that this was his wish. Afterwards, my daughter and I served as his witnesses. It was such a joyous occasion for us all, especially the priest who had never performed a home baptism. Last week, he said to my mom: "I don't know why I waited do long. I am finally at peace".
That’s great. I don’t know of anything else that the expression “It’s better late than never” fits so well.