Man Brings White Roses to Wife’s Grave, Returns Home and Sees the Same Flowers in the Kitchen Vase — Story of the Day
A recent widower brings white roses to his wife’s grave, but when he gets home, there is an identical bouquet there brought by a mysterious, handsome man.
When Mary Bellamy died, everyone who knew her family was stunned by her husband Harold’s reaction. Harold had never been a particularly loving or dedicated husband, but he became a distraught and devoted widower.
He cried a river of tears, sobbed, prayed, and ranted at God for taking away the most perfect woman He’d ever put on this earth. His 17-year-old daughter, Meredith, and his son, David, 25, were far from impressed. They had been witnesses to his cruelty to Mary for too long.
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If Harold and Mary’s children thought he was playing a part, they soon learned it was a part he intended to continue playing, probably for the rest of his life. The man became a church-goer, and every Sunday after mass, he visited his wife’s grave.
That particular Sunday, he got her a bouquet of perfect ivory roses with the palest blush of pink at the very heart of every petal. He discarded the roses he’d bought the week before and washed the marble gravestone.
He traced Mary’s name tenderly and whispered, “Beloved wife and mother…Always.” Harold wiped away a stray tear, said a prayer for Mary, then headed for home where a revelation was waiting for him.
“Meredith!” he called, and walked into the kitchen where he found his daughter carefully arranging a bouquet of the exact same ivory blush roses he’d bought for Mary!
“Where did you get those?” he asked.
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“Hello dad,” Meredith said. “An old friend of mom’s came around after you left. He’d come to visit her and he was so shocked to learn she was gone…The poor man broke down.”
“Friend?” asked Harold sharply. “What friend? Your mom didn’t have any friends!”
Meredith’s eyes blazed. “What you mean is, you wouldn’t let her have any friends! Well, she did! This man was devastated. He wanted to know where she was buried so I told him.”
“You told some man where your mom is?” screamed Harold angrily.
“She’s dead, dad!” Meredith screamed right back. “You can let go of your stupid jealousy and your suspicion! SHE’S DEAD!” But Harold wasn’t listening. He jumped in his car and drove back to the cemetery.