Rudy’s Angel

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
March 2, 1998

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, Rudy, 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.

 

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21 comments
  1. Jessica said:

    Prodigal Daughter and Seeker,
    I’m feeling nudged by the Lord to tell each of you how loved you are by Him.
    Jessica

  2. This story gives me hope that I’m not alone. Thank-you. It has been a very difficult transition to be without my Dad. Maybe … I’m not …

  3. LB said:

    brought tears to my eyes …

  4. Thanks, Kenny T! You know just when to hit me the hardest, don’t you … or is that the Holy Spirit speaking to me! Stay blessed! 🙂

    • Hey buddy, It’s great to see you back in the saddle….. Missed you last week!!!! Take Care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

  5. Thanks morningstoryanddilbert for visiting my post and for liking it.

  6. dawnrussell said:

    Firstly, Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog and liking my post:)
    Secondly, What a BEAUTIFUL story, it’s just a shame that we DON’T know your name? So that we can give YOU the credit that you deserve. You have just gained yourself another follower. Bye for now.

  7. Jen said:

    Thanks for the like and the encouraging stories!

  8. Instead of coffee cups, you could measure your blog by tissue boxes! The loss isn’t always by death. Sometimes the loss is a wandering away resulting in divorce. The sadness stays, but God provides the little attentions through perfect strangers.

  9. This is beautiful and brought tears to my eyes.

  10. Sarah said:

    Thanks for stopping by my blog, I am enjoying yours too! I enjoy the variety in your posts. Have a great day!

  11. Yes, that was an angel (not Rudy, of course).

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