From Beverly W
Received September 3, 2003
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Yellow Roses

I walked into the grocery store not particularly
interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry.
The pain of losing my husband of 7 years was still
too raw..... And this grocery store held so many
sweet memories.

He 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. He 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 he 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 he 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. 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, 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.

This is a simple request.

If you appreciate life, send this to your friends,
including the person that sent it to you. 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 the food 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.

YOU ARE MY FRIEND!

Now send this to every friend you have and don't
forget me.

"The greatest weakness of most humans is their
hesitancy to tell others how much they love them
while they're still alive."

~ Orlando A. Battista

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