Roses were her favorite, 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 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 special vase.
Then sat the vase beside a 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 still hard to live without her mate;
with loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then that very hour as on Valentine's before,
the doorbell rang and there were roses sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and just looked at them in shock.
Then, she went to get the telephone to call the florist shop.
The owner answered and she asked him if he would explain
why someone would 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,
he has paid well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There is also another thing that you should know;
he wrote a special little card...he did this years ago,
that if I should find out he's no longer here, that's the card
that I should send to you the following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card she saw that he had written 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 real.
Or if it was the other way, I'd know how you 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 those roses, think of all the happiness
that we had together and how both of us were blessed!
I have always loved you, and you know I always will.
But my love, you must go on, you some living still.
Please...try to find happiness while you live 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 a 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 them where we are together 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 there really is good in this world. Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it. THIS IS FOREVER FRIENDSHIP!!!
