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 it 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, "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.
At midnight a couple of 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."
