>
Roses
>
>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 dead and 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.
>Or 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.
>
>
>Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
>Someone who changes your life just by being part of
>it.
>Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;
>Someone who makes you believe that there really is
>good in the world.
>Someone who convinces you that there really is an
>unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.
>This is Forever Friendship.
>
>This is the sacred RED ROSE. You MUST pass this rose
>on to at least 5 people within the hour of receiving
>this rose. After you do, make a wish. If you have
>passed it on, your wish will come true and love will
>come your way shortly. If not your life will stay the
>same as it has always been. (No Threats).
>Just be nice & pass it on....
>May we all be loved so much.