Roses
Red roses were her favorites. Her name was Rose also. 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 Valintine," 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 the 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 the 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 protrait 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 soliture, that had become her fate. Then the very hour, as on Valentines before, the doorbel rang, and there were rises, sitting by her door. Shr rbought the roses in and then just looked at them in shock. Then, went to the telephone to call the florist shop. The owner answered and she asked him if he would explain why someone would 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 now. the flowers you recieved today were paid for in advance. Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance. There is a stnading order that I have on file down here, and he as 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 I ever find out that he's no longer here, that the card 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 reacher 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 han'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 I would feel. The love we shared made everything so beautful 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 wer 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 is 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 kow without a doubt, to take the roses to the place where i have instucted him, and place the roses where we are, together once again." |
