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                                                                                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 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 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."
 
 Author unknown
 
  
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