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Rudy's Angel

I walked into the grocery store
not particularly interested
in buying groceries.
I wasn't hungry.

The pain of losing my husband
of 37 years was still too raw.
And this grocery store
held so many sweet memories.
Rudy 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.

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,
a little more thought 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,
I fought to control the tremble
in my voice.
"Buy him the steaks.
And cherish every moment
that 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 I 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.



Even though I clutch my blanket
and growl when the alarm rings,
Thank You, Lord,
that I can hear.
There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed
against the morning light
as long as possible,
Thank You, Lord,
that I can see.
Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed
and put off rising,
Thank You, Lord,
that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day
is hectic, when socks are lost,
toast is burned and tempers are short,
my children are so loud,
Thank You, Lord,
for my family.
There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table
never looks like the pictures in magazines
and the menu is at times unbalanced,
Thank You, Lord,
for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job
often is monotonous,
Thank You, Lord,
for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no job.

Even though I grumble
and bemoan my fate from day to day
and wish my circumstances
were not so modest,
Thank You, Lord,
for life!



A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone to treasure.
For friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
with Beauty, Joy and Grace
and makes the world we live
in a better and happier place.

Author Unknown



  

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