Red roses were her favourites,
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 favourite 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 the 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 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
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