“My husband, Charlie, was the light of my life for 47 wonderful years. When I lost him to cancer last January, my world was shattered. A few weeks later, when Valentine’s Day rolled around, I tried to convince myself that it was just another day. But it had been Charlie’s favorite holiday and I felt pained as I remembered how he spoiled me with kisses and a lavish bouquet of red roses every year.
“That afternoon, I decided to run to the grocery store to take my mind off things, but only got as far as the front steps. To my amazement, a single red rose blossomed on the barren rosebush in front of our house. It seemed impossible—Charlie’s roses always bloomed in the summer, and I stood ankle deep in snow. Yet there it was…bright red and glorious. I swallowed my tears, broke into a wide smile and said, looking toward Heaven,‘You always knew how to spoil a lady on Valentine’s Day—I love you too.’”
—Paulina Christopher, 68, Farmington Hills, MI
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