I think I should share a story with my friends.
Here's to
T-bone steaks, yellow roses and friendship.
PLEASE READ THIS. Then, re-read
it.
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 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. T hank 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.
God bless you and
yours. Share this, please!
Kathy Hamilton/simikathy.com