If Roses Grow In Heaven

While Chuck was enjoying his lunch, his grandfather joined him, and they shared a pleasant meal together until the grandfather broke the silence. "My dear grandchild, I eagerly await the opportunity to meet your son. When would you like us to arrange for his arrival? I can have my lawyer and bodyguards dispatched immediately to facilitate this. I have no desire for him to remain there any longer; I know he misses me. If you could arrange for his retrieval, I would be immensely grateful."With that, the elderly man picked up his phone and dialed a number.

Chuck felt a profound sense of joy upon receiving his grandfather's words. However, that joy quickly diminished, giving way to sorrow as he recalled his parents, particularly his nurturing mother. Despite having limited memories of them, he still longed for their presence and found himself expressing sentiments akin to a prayer.

If roses flourish in heaven, dear Lord, I kindly request that you gather a bouquet for me. Present them to my parents and convey that they are from me. Please inform them of my love and how deeply I miss them. As they smile, gently place a kiss upon their cheeks and embrace them briefly. While recalling them is effortless; I do so daily, there remains a profound sorrow in my heart that will never fade.

Chuck's grandfather was moved by his words, leading to emotional tears as he listened intently. When Chuck turned to face him, he was taken aback to find his grandfather's eyes glistening. Concerned, Chuck inquired, "Grandpa, is everything alright? Why are your eyes glistening?Did I upset you?"Chuck quickly added, "If I've caused any sadness, I apologize; it's just that I genuinely miss them so deeply, and I long to hold them once more."Deeply affected by the moment, he expressed his feelings. The elderly man replied, "It's alright, my dear; I miss them as well, and I wish they were present to see their son, who has blossomed into such a fine and vibrant individual."Chuck responded, "Grandpa, I believe they are watching over us from wherever they are." "Indeed, my child," affirmed the grandfather.

Their conversation was briefly interrupted by a phone call from John. "Sir, I have received the necessary information. If you don't mind, could we arrange to do this at a later time? I will require a letter from Judge Justus, and at this moment, he is out of the office. I will reach out to him to inquire about his return." "That's perfectly fine. Please remember the task," was the response before the call ended. "Your son will be joining us soon—likely by tomorrow or in the next few days. I am confident that John will do everything possible to facilitate his arrival." "Thank you, Grandpa; I truly appreciate having such a caring grandfather. I'm not sure what I did to deserve this." "Are you trying to flatter me, dear?" "No, Grandpa, I am simply expressing my gratitude. I'm so happy to have you in my life.

Time swiftly passed, and by evening, Chuck was reviewing the items he had purchased earlier, contemplating which outfit to wear. He ultimately chose a black suit paired with a blue shirt and a tie before heading downstairs for dinner. Upon entering the dining room, he found the elderly gentleman already seated and enjoying his meal. "Welcome, my child. Please have a seat and let us savor the food together."After their meal, everyone retreated to their respective rooms to rest, as Chuck reminded himself that the following day would require an early start for work.

In the morning, Chuck awoke and made his way downstairs to enjoy breakfast. After finishing, he returned to his room to shower and prepare for work. Once he completed his routine, he admired his reflection in the mirror, feeling quite pleased with how the suit suited him. Despite never having worn such a lavish outfit before, he was confident it complemented him well. "It's time to go," he remarked to himself in the mirror before heading downstairs. Upon entering the living room, he noticed the elderly gentleman seated on the couch, waiting for him. "You look exceedingly dapper, my boy! Who assisted you in selecting your suit? Clearly, you have a discerning eye for fashion," the man remarked. Chuck replied, "Actually, it was not my doing; I had the guidance of a saleswoman in making my selection.

As they exited the premises, they were accompanied by four bodyguards. They entered the Rolls Royce, with one bodyguard joining them, while the remaining three followed in a Mercedes Benz. Chuck found himself unable to divert his gaze from the ceiling of the Rolls. "Do you like the car?" Grandpa inquired, noticing Chuck's fascination since their departure from the estate. "Absolutely, Grandpa. It's a beautiful and luxurious vehicle; riding in it is exceptionally comfortable.

Would you be interested in acquiring one for yourself? I acknowledge your apprehension regarding the expense, but as a Wallen and the future president of Westminster Hospital, it is entirely justifiable for me to contemplate securing one for you if that aligns with your wishes.

Is that truly the case, Grandpa? I would be immensely appreciative to have my own vehicle when that day arrives. Do you really believe your old man would deceive you, my child? I am genuinely serious about this; I will request the yard to arrange for one to be delivered to you shortly. Thank you, Grandpa; you truly are the best. At that moment, they reached the parking area located on the ground floor, which appeared to be reserved exclusively for the president and his office staff, given the limited number of vehicles present. They exited the car and proceeded to an elevator designated solely for the president, vice president, and personnel from the two offices.

Upon arriving at the elevator, one of the bodyguards pressed the button for the 105th floor. Once they reached their destination, they were greeted by a striking young woman in her late twenties. "Hello, Sir," she said respectfully, bowing slightly as she acknowledged the elderly gentleman and Chuck. Despite not knowing Chuck's identity, she instinctively offered him the same level of respect. She then opened a door, leading them into an office that exuded opulence and spaciousness, reminiscent of a grand palace. "Is this your office, Grandpa?" Chuck asked, his curiosity evident. "Yes, my dear," he replied, "this is where you will be working."

Sandra, I would like to introduce you to my grandson Chuck, who will be joining us in our work. In the future, he will assume the presidency role. 'Welcome to Westminster Hospital, sir,' Sandra said, bowing slightly to Chuck. She couldn't help but notice the young man's striking appearance. 'Please, just call me Vice President,' the elder gentleman replied. After a brief pause, there was a knock at the door, and a man, appearing to be in his late fifties, entered the room. He greeted Mr. Miller with utmost respect before taking a seat on the couch. 'Mr.Smith, how have you been?' Inquired the vice president. 'I have been well, you and sir?' 'I am doing quite well, better than I have ever been.'

Mr. Wallen, have you won a lottery? Actually, I have achieved something more significant than merely winning a lottery, as evidenced by the young man beside me—my long-lost grandson, Mr. Chuck. Mr. Smith rose from his seat, offered a bow to Chuck, and extended a warm welcome. Chuck will be fully immersed in our operations here, as he is set to inherit the presidency in light of my advancing age. I would appreciate your assistance when he reaches out for guidance. Of course, sir, you can count on me; I will ensure he receives the best training possible. Now, I must return to my office to prepare for an upcoming meeting with the other directors.