RED    ROSES   WERE  HER   FAVORITES
    

 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.
            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.
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