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 7 years was still too
> raw. And this grocery store held 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. "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, 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.
> (Please read all of this, it is really nice)
>
> This is a simple request. If you appreciate
> life, send this to your friends, including the
> person that sent it to you.
> Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when
> the alarm rings. Thank you, Lord, that I can hear.
> There are many who are deaf.
>
> Even though I keep my eyes closed against the
> morning light as long as possible. Thank you, Lord,
> that I can see. Many are blind.
>
> Even though I huddle in my bed and put off
> rising. Thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to
> rise. There are many who are bedridden.
> Even though the first hour of my day is hectic,
> when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are
> short, and my children are so loud.
>
> Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many
> who are lonely.
>
> Even though our breakfast table never looks like
> the picture in magazines and the menu is at times
> unbalanced.
> Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are
> many who are hungry.
>
> Even though the routine of my job often is
> monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to
> work. There are many who have no job.
>
> Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from
> day to day and wish my circumstances were not so
> modest.
>
> Thank you, Lord, for life.
>
> Pass this on to the friends you know. It might
> help a bit to make this world a better place to
> live, right? A friend is someone we turn to when our
> spirits need a lift. A friend is someone to
> treasure.
>
> For friendship is a gift. A friend is someone
> who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and
> makes the world we live in a better and happier
> place.