The Sacred Red Rose
 

   A Beautiful Story:

 Red roses were her favourites, 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  favourite 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

   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 that there  really is good in the world.
  Someone who convinces you that there really  is an unlocked  door
  just waiting for you to open it.
This is
  Forever Friendship.

  This is the sacred RED ROSE.