Two Old Women

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 favor:  when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there’s women’s softball 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 favor for you.’

Shortly after that, Rose passed  on.

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’mtelling 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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