I walked into the grocery
store not particularly interested in buying
groceries.
I wasn't hungry.
The pain of losing my
husband of 7 years was still too raw.
And this grocery store held
so many sweet memories.
He 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.
He 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 he 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 he had
loved his steak.
Suddenly a woman came beside me.
She was blonde, 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.
Quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice
cream.
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
toward 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 will 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 as tears clouded 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, you haven't forgotten
me, have you?
I whispered, with tears in
my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his
angel.
Every day be thankful for what you have and who
you are.
I thank you Chris for sharing this with us.
