| Roses Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose, and evey year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to the door, the card said "Be my valentine", like all the years before. Each year he sent her roses and the note would say, "I Love you even more this year, then last yearon this day. She knew this would be the last time the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered the rosses in advance, before this day. Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, before the time, then, if he got busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a special vase, then sat the vase beside the portrait, of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, in her husbands favorite chair, while staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there. A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate. Then the very hour, as on valentines before. the doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by the door. She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock, then, went to get the telephone, to call the florest shop. The owner answered, and she asked him, if he could explain, why would someone do this to her, to cause her such pain? "I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago", the owner said, "I knew you'd call. and you would want to know, the flowers you recieved today, were paid for in advance, your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance. There is a standing order that I have on file down here, and he has paid well in advance, you'll get them every year. There is another thing, that I think you should know, he wrote a special card, he did this years ago. Then should i ever find out that hes no longer here, that's the card, that should be sent, to you the following year". She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard, her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card. Inside the card, she saw that he had written a note. then she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote. "Hello my Love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone, I hope it hasn't been to hard, for you to overcome. I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real, for it is was the other way, I now how I would feel. The Love we shared made made everything s beautiful in life, I loved you more than words can say, you made a perfect wife. You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. I know it's only been a year, but try not to grieve. I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears, that is why the roses will be sent to you for years. When you get those roses, think of all the happiness, that we had together, and how both of us were blessed. I have always loved you and I know I always will, but, my love, you must go on, you have some living still. Please try and find happiness, while living out your days. I know it wont be easy, but try to find some ways. The ROSES will come every year, and they will only stop, when your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock. He will come five times that day, incase you have gone out, but after the last visit, he will know without a doubt, to take the roses to the place, where i've instructed him, and place the roses here where we are together again. author unkown |
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