I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the
three yellow roses in his hands.
Rudy 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 Rudy had passed on.
Shopping for one took time, than it had for two.

Standing by the meat,
I searched for the perfect small steak and
remembered how Rudy 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
pack 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, "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 should buy. A quart,
I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream
section near the front of the store.
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 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, Rudy, you haven't forgotten me,have you?"
I whispered, with tears in my eyes.
He was still with me, and she was his angel!

Everyday be thankful for what you have and who you are!
If you appreciate life, send this to all your friends!