Tuesday, May 2, 2017

12 Roses (Short story)

A man goes to a funeral of a woman he loves.  This man goes to the funeral with 12 roses in his hands.  At the end of the service while people were lining up to pay their last respects to the woman.  The man gets in the back of the line.  When the man gets up to the casket he talks to the preacher who did the service for a moment.  The preacher motions toward the roses intending to put them in a vase to give to the family later.  The man recoils a little at this, and tells the preacher he brought the roses for a purpose.  He asks the preacher to give him a moment before taking the flowers.  The preacher steps back and the man approaches the casket.  One by one he lays the roses on top of the casket, but with each rose he gives a little sentiment.

One for your friendship it shall never be forgotten
One for the joy and happiness you have brought to my life
One for letting me know I always had someone to turn to
One for being a point of light in my darkest times
One for not laughing at me when all others would
One for always being my friend even at our worst
One for inviting me to your wedding and other family functions
One for just being a part of your life
One for always forgiving my shortcomings
One for laughing at all my jokes even if they weren’t all that funny
and finally One for my love that shall forever go unspoken


After the last line the man falls to his knees and begins to cry.  The preacher hearing all this realized the great love this man had for the woman, and the pain he must feel that she never knew.  Bowed his head and also began to cry

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