I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in
buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my
husband of 37 was still too raw, and this particular grocery.
store held so many sweet memories
.
You see, Rudy often came with me and almost every time he
would pretend to go off and look for something special.. I
knew what he was up to, I would always spot him walking
down the aisle with three yellow roses in his hands. Rudy
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
Rudy 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 Rudy had loved his .


Suddenly a woman came beside me, She was blonde, slim
and wore a lovely green pantsuit.. I watched as she picked up
a large pack 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"


The emotions swelled up inside me, I found it hard to swallow
and I met her pale blue eyes. "My husband passed away eight
days ago", I said, glancing at the package in her hands, I said
"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
replaced the package in her basket. I turned and pushed my
cart across the length of the store.


As I neared the check-outs 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 towards me. Her eyes holding mine.
As she came closer, I saw what she held, and tears began
misting 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 had done , what the roses meant,
but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away. 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, With tears in my eyes, I thought, Oh Rudy you haven't forgotten 
me have you. You are still with me the lady must have been your angel


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

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"Missing You " by Bruce De Boer
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