You haven't forgotten me?

[Re.TiReD]

AssalamuAlaykum

I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested 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 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, 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 an angel sent to convey his message to me.

Every day be thankful for what you have and who you are. Live your best life everyday. In this fast-paced society it's easy to lose sight of what's important in our lives. Stop for a minute and think about what you may be taking for granted this very day.You may not have everything you want- most of us don't. What you do have is still worth cherishing with all of your heart.

It's so sad :cry: But ... *smiles*

WassalamuAlaykum

[Zahida]

:sl: So touching and choking to read brought tears to my eyes......silly old romantic that i am. Is this a true story/experience?:):w:

[Olive]

Very emotional story. :)

[Na7lah]

nice mashallah :thumbs_up thnks for sharing sis :)

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[جوري]

Oh God sis, up to the last few lines I thought that was your story.. I felt devastated imsad
I am glad it is just a story..

:w:

[Zahida]

:sl: Yes so glad it's only a story but a veryimsadstory!!!:w:

Oh God sis, up to the last few lines I thought that was your story.. I felt devastated imsad
I am glad it is just a story..

:w:

[Re.TiReD]

AssalamuAlaykum

I have a problem which I'd rather not discuss here, but whilst reading that, I felt as though it was my story. Which is why it made me feel :cry: :-[

WassalamuAlaykum

[Zahida]

:sl:Dear sis we all have problems. May Allah ease you of your sorrows and hardships and replace them with ease and happiness. Ameen,,,

You know what keeps me going is this that after every hardship comes ease...........

If you want to talk you can pm me.............:):w:

AssalamuAlaykum

I have a problem which I'd rather not discuss here, but whilst reading that, I felt as though it was my story. Which is why it made me feel :cry: :-[

WassalamuAlaykum

[IbnAbdulHakim]

been posted before but mashAllah so amazing :ooh:


Assalamu Alaikum

[Ali.]

Great moral to it.

[Cabdullahi]

mashallah nice story..... but an angel in a tight sweatsuit with blonde hair??? surely somethings wrong with whoever wrote this

[Re.TiReD]

mashallah nice story..... but an angel in a tight sweatsuit with blonde hair??? surely somethings wrong with whoever wrote this

AssalamuAlaykum

Agreed...I guess we just get inspiration from the strangest of places at times. We all crave hope *smiles*

WassalamuAlaykum

[Amaanah]

imsad

[Ibn Abi Ahmed]

:sl:

Deep story..the way it opened I thought it was yours for a second.