“My faith was shattered last year when my husband, Adam, died suddenly of a brain aneurism. Without Adam, I lost myself, my joy, my peace…I couldn’t even bring myself to pray or believe in Heaven anymore. He was gone. End of story. I longed to have proof to convince me otherwise, but I always came up empty.
“As Valentine’s Day approached, my heart was so broken that I tried to avoid all signs of love and romance like the plague. But every store was filled with gifts, chocolates and cards, and just seeing the pretty red roses—like the ones Adam had given me each year—made me feel gutted.
“In an attempt to hide myself away on the day itself, I placed a chick flick on hold at our library and planned on having a movie night while eating a pint of cookie-dough ice cream. But when I went to pick up the movie I’d reserved, the librarian came back with the Heaven is for Real DVD and handed me a red rose.
‘Happy Valentine’s Day!’ she said cheerfully.
“‘That’s not what I put on hold,’ I blurted. ‘I actually… I… that’s…’
“Tears filled my eyes as my husband’s warm smile danced in my memory. It was as if I could suddenly feel him all around me. He always made secret plans and had surprises for me…perhaps this year was no different. Thank you, God, for giving me the answer I so needed, I prayed. As soon as I sent gratitude to God, I heard a whisper in my heart, Heaven is real…and love never truly dies—it’s all around you.
“‘I’ll go find the movie you ordered,’ the librarian said. ‘I’m sorry for the mistake.’
“I handed her my library card, took the rose and smiled. ‘There’s no mistake,’ I said. ‘It was just what I needed.’”
—Rose Schroff, 41, Littleton, CO