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Yellow Roses
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I walked into the grocery store not particularly inter-
ested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of
losing my husband of 7 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 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.
She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My hus-
band 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 con-
trol 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