Yellow Roses

READ THIS!!!!  And then reread it. Especially the last part...
Please...

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, and 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.

 (Please read all of this,)

This is a simple request. If you appreciate life, send this to your
friends, maybe this can help them to stop and enjoy life !

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.