I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in
buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 57
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 package 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.
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.
(Please read all of this, it is really nice)

This is a simple request. If you appreciate life, send this to
your friends, including the person that sent it to you

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings.
Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as
long as possible. Thank you, Lord , that I can see. Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you,
Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are
bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are
lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud.

Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in
magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced.

Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are
hungry.

Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank
you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.


Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and
wish my circumstances were not so modest.

Thank you, Lord, for life.

Pass this on to the friends you know. It might help a bit to
make this world a better place to live, right? A friend is someone we
turn to when our spirits need a lift. A friend is someone to treasure.

For friendship is a gift. A friend is someone who fills our
lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes the world we live in a
better
and happier place.

YOU ARE MY FRIEND!

God bless you and yours.

good one

very touching i applaud you

I've read it twice, I don't see how this is funny. In fact, it's kinda sad. Dangit!