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."
Love is the greatest thing of all...just cuz someone
passes or leaves
u,
doesn't mean everything dies, be happy it
happened...and move on...love
is
the most precious just like time...
i hav to understand this
fact....
