Her husband had often come with her to shop. Almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special, and almost every time he would return walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands.
Shopping for one took time and a little more thought than it had for two. Standing by the meat, she searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how her husband had loved his steak. Suddenly a woman came beside her. She was blond, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. The widow watched as the woman picked up a large pack of T-bones, dropped them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks. She saw the widow watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know."
The widow responded, "My husband passed away eight days ago. Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together."
The woman shook her head and tears filled her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away. The widow continued her shopping, and a few minutes later the woman in the green pants suit approached her carrying a package. "These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long-stemmed yellow roses in the widows arms. "When you go through the line, they will know these are paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her new friends cheek, then smiled again.
The widowed lady wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, all she could do was watch as she walked away with tears clouding her vision. She looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know?
