Roses
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.
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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