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Mam, that was so beautiful, it made me cry. I don't know if I should thank
you for posting this or not. LOL.
Christine

At 07:47 AM 30/01/99 +1100, you wrote:
>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
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> <<  > 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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>> 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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