Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
\nAnd every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
\nThe year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
\nThe card said, “Be my Valentine”, like all the years before.<\/p>\n
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
\n“I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.
\nMy love for you will always grow, with every passing year.”
\nShe knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.<\/p>\n
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
\nHer loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
\nHe always liked to do things early, way before the time.
\nThen, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.<\/p>\n
She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
\nThen, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
\nShe would sit for hours, in her husband’s favorite chair.
\nWhile staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.<\/p>\n
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
\nWith loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
\nThen, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
\nThe doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.<\/p>\n
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
\nThen, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
\nThe owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
\nWhy would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?<\/p>\n
“I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,”
\nThe owner said, “I knew you’d call, and you would want to know.
\nThe flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.
\nYour husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.<\/p>\n
There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
\nAnd he has paid, well in advance, you’ll get them every year.
\nThere also is another thing, that I think you should know,
\nHe wrote a special little card…he did this years ago.<\/p>\n
Then, should ever I find out that he’s no longer here,
\nThat’s the card…that should be sent, to you the following year.”
\nShe thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
\nHer fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.<\/p>\n
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
\nThen, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote…
\n“Hello my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone,
\nI hope it hasn’t been too hard for you to overcome.<\/p>\n
I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
\nFor if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
\nThe love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
\nI loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.<\/p>\n
You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
\nI know it’s only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
\nI want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
\nThat is why the roses will be sent to you for years.<\/p>\n
When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
\nThat we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
\nI have always loved you and I know I always will.
\nBut, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.<\/p>\n
Please…try to find happiness, while living out your days.
\nI know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
\nThe roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
\nWhen your door’s not answered, when the florist stops to knock.<\/p>\n
He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
\nBut after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
\nTo take the roses to the place, where I’ve instructed him,
\nAnd place the roses where we are, together once again.<\/p>\n
Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
\nSomeone who changes your life just by being part of it.
\nSomeone who makes you laugh until you can’t stop;
\nSomeone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.
\nSomeone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just
\nwaiting for you to open it. This is Forever Friendship.<\/p>\n
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