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.
-- Author unknown
