Red roses were her favorite since her name was also Rose. Her husband sent them every year tied up with pretty bows. The very same year he passed away, roses were sent to her door. The card read, “Be My Valentine,” like 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. He must have ordered the roses long before this day. Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away. He liked to do things early, long before the time, then in case he got too busy, it would work out fine. Then, exactly one year later, as on Valentines before, the door bell rang and there were roses sitting by her door. She brought the roses into the house and looked at them in shock. Then nervously, grabbed the phone and called the florist shop. The owner answered the phone and she asked if he’d explain. Why would someone do this to her and cause her so much pain? “There also is another thing I think that you should hear. Your husband left a special card to give to you this year.” Deep within the flowers she found the card he wrote. And folded up inside it was a hand written note….

To My Dearest Rose,
       The love we shared made everything so beautiful in my 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 try not to grieve. I want you to be happy even when you shed your tears. And that’s why the roses will be sent for many years. I have loved you all my life and you know I always will. So for me, my love, you must go on for you have some living still. These roses will come every year and they will only stop when your door isn’t answered to the florist’s friendly knock. He will take then to the very place where I’ve instructed him, and place the roses where we are, together once again.