The yellow roses...

The Yellow Roses! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >READ THIS!!!! and then reread it . Especially the last part... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying > > > >groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 37 >years > > > was > > > >still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Rudy often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off > > > and > > > >look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot > > > him > > > >walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Rudy knew I loved yellow roses. With a heart filled with grief, I >only > > > > > > >wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was > > > >different since Rudy had passed on. Shopping for one took time, a > > > little > > > >more thought than it had for two. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and > > > remembered > > > >how Rudy had loved his steak. Suddenly a woman came beside me. She >was > > > >blonde, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she > > > picked > > > >up a large pack of T-bones, dropped them in her basket, hesitated, >and > > > then > > > >put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the pack >of > > > >steaks. She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves > > > T-bones, > > > >but honestly, at these prices, I don't know." > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes. >"My > > > >husband passed away eight days ago," I told her. Glancing at the > > > package > > > >in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him >the > > > > > > >steaks. And cherish every moment you have together." She shook her >head > > > and > > > >I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket > > > and > > > >wheeled away. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the >dairy > > > > > > >products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should >buy. > > > > > > >Quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream section near >the > > > > > > >front of the store. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice > > > cream > > > >cone. I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle > > > toward > > > >the front. I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty >lady > > > >coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face >was > > > the > > > >brightest smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled > > > her > > > >blonde hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine. As > > > she > > > >came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >"These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed > > > >yellow roses in my arms. "When you go through the line, they will >know > > > >these are paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my > > > cheek, > > > >then smiled again. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still > > > >unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my > > > vision. > > > >I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue > > > wrapping > > > >and found it almost unreal. How did she know? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone. "Oh, Rudy, you > > > >haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eyes. >He > > > was > > > >still with me, and she was his angel. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Every day be thankful for what you have and who you are. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >(Please read all of this, it is really nice) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >This is a simple request. If you appreciate life, send this to your > > > >friends, and, during this trying time, remember the messages below. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings. Thank > > > you, > > > >Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long >as > > > >possible. Thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind. Even >though > > > I > > > >huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you, Lord, that I have the > > > >strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, > > > toast > > > >is burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud. Thank you, > > > Lord, > > > >for my family. There are many who are lonely. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in > > > magazines > > > >and the menu is at times unbalanced. Thank you, Lord, for thefood we > > > have. > > > >There are many who are hungry. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, >Lord, > > > for > > > >the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my > > > >circumstances were not so modest. Thank you, Lord, for life. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Pass this on to the friends you know. It might help a bit to make >this > > > > > > >world a better place to live, right? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift. A friend > > > is > > > >someone to treasure. For friendship is a gift. A friend is someone >who > > > >fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes the world we >live > > > in a > > > >better and happier place.

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