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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
husbond 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 love
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 years, 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.
~NN~
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