
I have a friend who has who has been constant, though distant, presence in my life. First he was my Bishop and helped me become active in the church, he helped me prepare for and leave on my mission, and for years he has simply been a support and someone I could lean on during hard times. I know at times he feels guilty because he can't always take care of me as he would like and he knows I go without life's luxuries, and even most of life's staples. He is a surrogate father in many, many ways.
He was so proud when I finished school and was devastated when he learned his sons out of town basketball trip (he's the coach) conflicted with my ceremony. So he promised to take me to lunch the following week. I was so impressed and very touched at the effort he went to. He made reservations for lunch at the classiest and best rated restaurant in Provo,
The Chef's Table. Incredible food and lovely, authentic conversation. But for me one of the sweetest things was he arrived with this great rose. And it wasn't just any rose, not one of those you pick up at Smith's or Walmart. It was in a glass vase in a fancy support box within another box. Another reason I know it was expensive is because it lasted for over two weeks and slowly spread out into a full bloom.
He has always taken a little extra time, on occasions, to make sure I'm cared for. And in my life he is one of only three men who have ever given me flowers - and the last ones he gave were equally incredible, bright yellow with an outline of vibrant, rich red.
It was nice to feel like a priority. Or, to put it honestly, I felt loved.
Thanks Mitch.
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On a side note someone left a rose on my doorstep the last day of my classes with a card of congratulations. I think I know who it was, and that rose has touched me just as much. I still have it. Thanks you, as well! :)