The Power of Love
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 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, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours in her husband’s favourite chair, staring at his picture and the roses.
A year went by and it was hard to live without her mate; loneliness and solitude had become her fate. Then, the very hour, the doorbell rang and there were roses sitting by her door. She brought the roses in and looked at them in shock. Then she went 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 want to know. The flowers you received today were paid for in advance. There is a standing order on file here – and he has paid well in advance – that you’ll get them every year. There also is another thing you should know. He wrote a special little card years ago… that should ever I find out that he’s no longer here, this 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. She stared in total silence at 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.
I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real, for 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 we had together and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and
I know I always will, but you, 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 and the florist stops to knock. He will come five times that day – just 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 forever, my love…
(The man who did this was Jack Benny)
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