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 is also 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 many 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."
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