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Touching story and would like to share with you.
Thanks be to brother Albert Au for sending it me!
May Lord's rich blessings be upon you and all other dear friends all
around the world...
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I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying
groceries. I wasn't hungry.
The pain of losing my husband of 57 years was still too raw.
And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.
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He often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and
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him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands.
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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.
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Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two
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Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and
remembered how he had loved his steak.
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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 package 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.
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She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but
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I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes.
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"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.
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She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the
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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.
If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.
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I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the
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I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming
towards me.
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In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile
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I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept
walking toward me, her eyes holding mine.
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As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my
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"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."
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