Sweet love
stories can inspire romance even if they aren't
necessarily about romantic love. Just reading something
about true love of any kind can make you feel so
appreciative of the love in your life. This is a
very beautiful story defining the true beauty of love.
We have no idea who wrote it but it's such a pretty
story that we decided to include it. Should whomever
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Three Yellow Roses
~ Author Unknown ~
I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries.
I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 37 years was still too raw.
And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.
Rudy 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. Rudy 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 Rudy 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
Rudy had loved his steak. Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blond, 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. A quart,
I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream section near the front of the
store. 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, 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 towards 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'll 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, tears clouding 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, Rudy, you haven't forgotten me, have you?" I whispered, with tears in my
eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.
