RUDY’S ANGEL

RUDY’S ANGEL

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.

— Author Unknown

About Roger Overweg

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