A Rose Story....

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every

year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he

died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, "Be my

Valentine", like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, "I

love you even more this year, than last year on this day. My love

for you will always grow, with every passing year." She knew this

was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her

loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always

liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got

too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.

Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She

would sit for hours, in her husband's 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. With

loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. Then, the very

hour, as on Valentines before, The doorbell rang, and there were

roses, sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.

Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop. The

owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain, Why would

someone do this to her, causing 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 received 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 also

is another thing, that I think you should know, He wrote a

special little card...he did this years ago.

Then, should ever I find out that he's 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 her a note. Then, as

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 too hard for you to overcome.

I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real. For if it

was the other way, I know how I would feel. The love we shared

made everything so beautiful in life. I loved you more than words

can say, you were the perfect wife.

You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. I know

it's only been a year, but please 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 these 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 to find happiness, while living out your days. I

know it is not easy, but I hope you 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, in case you have gone out. But

after his last visit, he will know without a doubt, To take the

roses to the place, where I've instructed him, And place the

roses where we are, together once again.