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      1. Fw: T-bone steaks, yellow roses and friendship.
           From: Kelly <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>


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   Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2005 09:02:51 -0500
   From: Kelly <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Fw: T-bone steaks, yellow roses and friendship.


----- Original Message ----- 
From: Kelly 
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] ; [EMAIL PROTECTED] 
Sent: Sunday, February 13, 2005 9:02 AM
Subject: Fw: T-bone steaks, yellow roses and friendship. 



----- Original Message ----- 
From: Kelly 
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] 
Sent: Sunday, February 13, 2005 8:27 AM
Subject: T-bone steaks, yellow roses and friendship. 




      Here's to T-bone steaks, yellow roses and friendship.  

      I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying
      groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 70 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, but even grocery shopping was
      different since he 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 he had loved his steak.  Suddenly a woman came beside me.
      She was blonde, 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. 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, and 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 blonde 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, you
      haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He
      was still with me, and she was his angel.
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