OT Tbone steaks,yellow roses and friendship

Discussion in 'Fibromyalgia Main Forum' started by carebelle, Oct 29, 2006.

  1. carebelle

    carebelle New Member

    Here's to T-bone Steaks, Yellow Roses and Friendship

    READ THIS!!!! and then reread it. Especially the last part...
    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

    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. S he was blonde, slim and lovely i 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 icream.
    If nothing el se, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.

    Iplaced 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 issue
    wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she k now? S uddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone.

    Oh, you haven't fogotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eye s. He was still with me, and she was his angel.

    Every day be thankful for what you have and who you are.
  2. shootingstar

    shootingstar New Member

    Made my day. Thank you, Carebelle.
  3. Bambi

    Bambi New Member

    Thank you for sharing! Love, Bambi
  4. carebelle

    carebelle New Member

    it with those that believe in Our Angels.Have a good Day

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