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."
