~~~ Everyday be Thankful ~~
(We suggest you READ THIS!!!!
and then re-read it again, we have so much to be thankful for)
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 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.
(Please read all of this, it is really nice)
This is a simple request.
If you appreciate life, send this to your
friends, including the person that sent it to
you.
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,
tempers are short, and 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.
Pass this on to the friends you know,
it might help a bit to make this world a better
place to live, right?
PASS IT ON....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.
YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED!
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