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. 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.
Sometimes in life, you find a special
friend; someone who changes your life
just by being part of it, someone who
makes you laugh until you can't stop;
someone who makes you believe that there
really is good in the world. Someone who
convinces you that there really is an
unlocked door just waiting for you to
open it. This is Forever Friendship.
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