Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Barb, had been
friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Rose was dying, Barb visited
her every day. One day Barb said, "Rose, we both
loved playing women's softball all our lives, and we
played all through High School. Please do me one
favour: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me
know if there's women's soft-ball there."
Rose looked up at Barb from her deathbed and said,
"Barb, you've been my best friend for many years. If
it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you."
Shortly after that, Rose passed away.
At midnight a few nights later, Barb was awakened
from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light
and a voice calling out to her, "Barb, Barb."
"Who is it?" asked Barb, sitting up suddenly. "Who is
it?"
"Barb -- it's me, Rose."
"You're not Rose. Rose just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Rose," insisted the voice.
"Rose! Where are you?"
"In Heaven," replied Rose. "I have some really good
news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," said Barb.
"The good news," Rose said, "is that there's Softball
in Heaven. Better yet all of our old buddies who died
before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all
young again. Better still, it's always springtime,
and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can
play softball all we want, and we never get tired."
"That's fantastic," said Barb. "It's beyond my wildest
dreams! So what's the bad news?"
"You're pitching Tuesday."
Life is uncertain - eat dessert first .
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