that this doesn't belong in this Forum, but I just had to post it as I thought it was so funny that I had to share it with you.
Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Violet, had been friends all of their lives. When it was clear that Rose was dying, Violet visited her every day
Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Violet, had been friends all of their lives. When it was clear that Rose was dying, Violet visited her every day
One day Violet said, "Rose, we both loved playing women's
softball all our lives, and we played all through High School. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's
women's soft-ball there."
Rose looked up at Violet from her deathbed and said, "Violet,
you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you." Shortly after that, Rose passed
on.
At midnight
a few nights later, Violet was awakened from a sound sleep by a
blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, "Violet, Violet."
"Who is it?" asked Violet, sitting up suddenly.
"Who is it?"
"Violet -- 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
Violet.
"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 Violet. "It's
beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?
You're pitching Tuesday."
