Fw: Red Roses
Lynda
This comes with a tissue box warning.
Lynda
Lynda
----- Original Message -----
Forwarded with permission.
>
> This is the story of the Sacred Red Rose
>
> 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, his 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.
> Or 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 the Forever Friendship. This is the story of the sacred RED
> ROSE.
> Author yet to be known
Freedom Panther
Hi, Lynda!
What a beautiful piece. I've forwarded it on to two of my dear friends,
Katherine and Colleen, who each lost their husbands within three hours of
each other (and at the time, the women didn't know each other, but the three
of us are now extremely fast friends). There's more beauty in the
world...read on:
Subject: Kurtis The Stock Boy,,,,God@work
In a supermarket, Kurtis the stock boy, was busily working when a new
voice came over the intercom asking for a carry out at checkout register 4.
Kurtis was almost finished, and wanted to get some fresh air, and decided
to answer the call. As he approached the check-out stand a distant smile
caught his eye, the new check out girl was beautiful. She was an older woman
(maybe 26, and he was only 22) and he fell in love.
Later that day, after his shift was over, he waited by the punch clock to
find
out her name. She came into the break room, smiled softly at him, took her
card and punched out, then left. He looked at her card, BRENDA. He walked
out only to see her start walking up the road.
Next day, he waited outside as she left the supermarket, and offered her a
ride
home. He looked harmless enough, and she accepted. When he dropped her off,
he asked if maybe he could see her again, outside of work. She simply said
it wasn't
possible. He pressed and she explained she had two children and she couldn't
afford
a baby-sitter, so he offered to pay for the baby-sitter. Reluctantly she
accepted his offer
for a date for the following Saturday.
That Saturday night he arrived at her door only to have her tell him that
she was unable
to go with him. The baby-sitter had called and canceled. To which Kurtis
simply said,
"Well, lets take the kids with us." She tried to explain that taking the
children was not an
option, but again not taking no for an answer, he pressed. Finally Brenda,
brought him
inside to meet her children. She had an older daughter who was just as cute
as a bug,
Kurtis thought, then Brenda brought out her son, in a wheelchair. He was
born a paraplegic
with down syndrome. Kurtis asked Brenda, "I still don't understand why the
kids can't
come with us?" Brenda was amazed. Most men would run away from a woman
with two
kids, especially if one had disabilities. Just like her first husband and
father of her children
did. That evening Kurtis and Brenda loaded up the kids, went to dinner and
the movies.
When her son needed anything Kurtis would take care of him. When he needed
to use the
rest room, he picked him up out of his chair, took him and brought him
back. The kids
loved Kurtis. At the end of the evening, Brenda knew this was the man she
was going to
marry and spend the rest of her life with. A year later, they were married
and Kurtis
adopted both of her children. Since then they have added two more kids.
So what happened to the stock boy and check out girl? Well, Mr. & Mrs.Kurt
Warner,
now live in St. Louis, where he is employed by the St.Louis Rams and plays
quarterback.
He was selected Most Valuable Player of the National Football League this
week before
he leads his team Sunday in the Super Bowl.
If you'd like to know more of his dynamic testimony read the book "Kurt
Warner: The Quarterback" by Thomas Nelson Publishers
SIGNING OFF! FREEDOMPANTHER
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What a beautiful piece. I've forwarded it on to two of my dear friends,
Katherine and Colleen, who each lost their husbands within three hours of
each other (and at the time, the women didn't know each other, but the three
of us are now extremely fast friends). There's more beauty in the
world...read on:
Subject: Kurtis The Stock Boy,,,,God@work
In a supermarket, Kurtis the stock boy, was busily working when a new
voice came over the intercom asking for a carry out at checkout register 4.
Kurtis was almost finished, and wanted to get some fresh air, and decided
to answer the call. As he approached the check-out stand a distant smile
caught his eye, the new check out girl was beautiful. She was an older woman
(maybe 26, and he was only 22) and he fell in love.
Later that day, after his shift was over, he waited by the punch clock to
find
out her name. She came into the break room, smiled softly at him, took her
card and punched out, then left. He looked at her card, BRENDA. He walked
out only to see her start walking up the road.
Next day, he waited outside as she left the supermarket, and offered her a
ride
home. He looked harmless enough, and she accepted. When he dropped her off,
he asked if maybe he could see her again, outside of work. She simply said
it wasn't
possible. He pressed and she explained she had two children and she couldn't
afford
a baby-sitter, so he offered to pay for the baby-sitter. Reluctantly she
accepted his offer
for a date for the following Saturday.
That Saturday night he arrived at her door only to have her tell him that
she was unable
to go with him. The baby-sitter had called and canceled. To which Kurtis
simply said,
"Well, lets take the kids with us." She tried to explain that taking the
children was not an
option, but again not taking no for an answer, he pressed. Finally Brenda,
brought him
inside to meet her children. She had an older daughter who was just as cute
as a bug,
Kurtis thought, then Brenda brought out her son, in a wheelchair. He was
born a paraplegic
with down syndrome. Kurtis asked Brenda, "I still don't understand why the
kids can't
come with us?" Brenda was amazed. Most men would run away from a woman
with two
kids, especially if one had disabilities. Just like her first husband and
father of her children
did. That evening Kurtis and Brenda loaded up the kids, went to dinner and
the movies.
When her son needed anything Kurtis would take care of him. When he needed
to use the
rest room, he picked him up out of his chair, took him and brought him
back. The kids
loved Kurtis. At the end of the evening, Brenda knew this was the man she
was going to
marry and spend the rest of her life with. A year later, they were married
and Kurtis
adopted both of her children. Since then they have added two more kids.
So what happened to the stock boy and check out girl? Well, Mr. & Mrs.Kurt
Warner,
now live in St. Louis, where he is employed by the St.Louis Rams and plays
quarterback.
He was selected Most Valuable Player of the National Football League this
week before
he leads his team Sunday in the Super Bowl.
If you'd like to know more of his dynamic testimony read the book "Kurt
Warner: The Quarterback" by Thomas Nelson Publishers
SIGNING OFF! FREEDOMPANTHER
>From: "Lynda" <lurine@...>_________________________________________________________________
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>Subject: [Unschooling-dotcom] Fw: Red Roses
>Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 22:25:17 -0800
>
>This comes with a tissue box warning.
>
>Lynda
>----- Original Message -----
>Forwarded with permission.
> >
> > This is the story of the Sacred Red Rose
> >
> > 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, his 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.
> > Or 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 the Forever Friendship. This is the story of the sacred RED
> > ROSE.
> > Author yet to be known
>
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