A Husband and A Wife #3

Before I get to today's post I want to thank you all for the birthday wishes. You guys ROCK!! I had a very good day, much much better than yesterday. I got up, went to the gym where I got yet another complement from somebody noticing how hard I've been working and that it is really paying off. After the gym I went out to lunch with my cousin, then it was home to take Bo to the vet (more Bo tomorrow) After the vet I came home and chilled out for a while before I got ready to go to dinner with my parents and sister. After dinner we came home and I opened up my presents from my parents and sister. My parents got me flannel sheets, two t-shirts, and slippers. My sister got me the new Michael Buble CD (can't wait to listen to that!) and some chocolate. I also talked to every single one of my friends, some of them multiple times today. You should hear the voice mail that Jennie left me this morning...it was great...man she has a set of pipes on her! All in all it was a really good day. Thank you once again for the birthday wishes and for commenting on Shawn's letter to me.


A few days ago my sister forwarded me an email. I usually don't read forwards, but the title of this one caught my eye so I read it. I actually got this email just the day after the reading from the Medium. As I was reading this little story I had tears in my eyes (I know shocking right?) and goose bumps. This story is kind of long, but please read it to the end. It is so sweet and I wanted to share it with you. I hope you all like it.

A Husband and A Wife:

I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 57 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. Even grocery shopping was different since he had passed on.

Shopping for one took time, a little more thought that 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 blond, 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 card 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 blond hair as she kept walking toward me, her yes holding mine.

As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes. "These are for you" She smiled 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.