Words of Inspiration
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This poem was sent by several visitors
to the site, with the hopes that we might be able to use it. Reading this
poem, I was brought to tears. The words share the power of love to reach
and to heal -- even from beyond the grave.
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'd 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
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 poem made me stop and wonder
for a bit. "Would there be a part of me left behind to help them throught
the grieving process, in case of my death?" Could I leave something behind
to help?" I realize that with the creation of the Journey of Hearts site,
there will be something for my husband, my friends and my family to have
to help them through the process of grieving.
This poem really made me stop
and reflect that perhaps instead of just leaving a will, that there might
be a way to leave something else behind, a tape, a memorial bench, a dozen
roses, that would help families to cope.
If people have suggestions as
to what else might be good ways of helping those you love to cope after
you are gone, or things that others have done, forward them on and we will
start a list.
One of the visitors who forwared
this poem, was still grieving the loss of her father to Pancreatic Cancer.
Sheila Baustian had sent along her feelings, which are now included, about
the poem, "I Watch you Go." She described that poem as being "a great source
of strength for me since the death of my Dad in September."
Along with this poem she sent
the following message:
I just love this poem and hope
that you will be able to share it with all the others who visit the website!!
Gee....wish my Dad would have
done that with Mom's Christmas presents!!! He and I always did that
together...shopped for her gifts. That was a tough part of Christmas this
year without him....guess the whole season was a toughie....glad it is
finally over, and hope the next one is easier!!
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