A personal account
(Author unknown)
I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying
groceries. I wasnt hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 37 years
was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.
Rudy often came with me and almost every time hed pretend to go off and
look for something special. I knew what he was up to. Id always spot
him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands.
Rudy knew I loved yellow roses.
With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and
leave, but even grocery shopping was different since Rudy had passed on.
Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.
Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and
remembered how Rudy had loved his steak.
Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blond, slim and lovely in a
soft green pantsuit. I watched as she 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 me watching
her and she smiled.
My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I dont know.
I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes.
My husband passed away eight days ago, I told her. Glancing at the
package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice.
Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together.
She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the
package in her basket and wheeled away. I turned and pushed my cart
across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying
to decide which size milk I should buy. A quart, I finally decided and
moved on to the ice cream section near the front of the store. If nothing
else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.
I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the
front. I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady
coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the
brightest smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her
blond hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine. As she
came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes.
These are for you, she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed
yellow roses in my arms. When you go through the line, they will know
these are paid for. She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my
cheek, then smiled again.
I wanted to tell her what shed done, what the roses meant, but still
unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my
vision. I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green
tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know?
Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasnt alone. Oh, Rudy, you
haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eyes.
He was still with me, and she was his angel.
Everyday be thankful for what you have and who you are.
Please read all of this, it is really nice! This is a simple request.
If you appreciate life, send this to your friends, including the
person that sent it to you!
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings,
thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as
possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you, Lord, that
I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost,
toast is burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud, thank
you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in
magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced, thank you, Lord, for
the food we have. There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous, thank you, Lord,
for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my
circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for life!
Pass this on to the friends you know, it might help a bit to make this
world a better place to live, right?
PASS IT ON...
A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone to treasure. For friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace
and makes the world we live in a better and happier place.
(A friend passed this story to me but did not provide the
author's name. I sure would like to have her name
so that this account can stand as a personal testimony.)
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