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."
