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Trader Jakes – Issue 881- March 13, 2020

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I walked into the grocery store not

particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry.The pain

of losing my husband of 7 years was still too raw. And this grocery

store held so many sweet memories. He 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. He 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

he 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 he had loved his steak.Suddenly

a woman came beside me. She was blonde, slim and lovely in a soft

green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large package 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 swal-

lowed 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 prod-

ucts. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. A

Quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream. 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 bright-

est smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her

blonde hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding


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 wrap-

ping and found it almost unreal. How did she know? Suddenly the

answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone. Oh, you haven't forgotten

me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with

me, and she was his angel.Every day be thankful for what you have

and who you are. Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when

the alarm rings. Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many

who are deaf. Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morn-

ing light as long as possible. Thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many

are blind.Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank

you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are

bedridden.Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when

socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children

are so loud.Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are

lonely.Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture

in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced.Thank you, Lord,

for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.Even though

the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for the

opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.Even though

I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my cir-

cumstances were not so modest. Thank you, Lord, for life.

Giant Rattlesnake