Latest news for 07ba35d692539e27a38aba7e4b1cc85e.js?ver=1714077097
I received the following short story from a friend 07ba35d692539e27a38aba7e4b1cc85e.js?ver=1714077097 and felt motivated to share it with you today. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did and pass it on. ________________________________ I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of seven years was still too raw. And this grocery store held [07ba35d692539e27a38aba7e4b1cc85e.js?ver=1714077097] 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. 07ba35d692539e27a38aba7e4b1cc85e.js?ver=1714077097 "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 07ba35d692539e27a38aba7e4b1cc85e.js?ver=1714077097, 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. *********************** Ron Goch, Sign up for our free eNewsletter, the