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 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."
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