Enjoy. I got this from a Yank who is married to a long time friend of
Wayne's and now lives 'downunder'
Love Mam
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Date: Saturday, 30 January 1999 7:25
Subject: Fw: Roses-this is beautiful
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>> Subject: Roses-this is beautiful
>> Date: Thursday, January 28, 1999 4:19 PM
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>> << > 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, this 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.
>> > > 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,
>> > > 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." >> >>
>>
>>
> This is long but very touching..........
>
> >
> > 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, this 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.
> > 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,
> > 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." >>
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