Two 90-year-old
women, Rose and Rita, had been
friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Rose was dying, Rita visited her every day.
One day
Rita 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 Rita from her deathbed and said, 'Rita, 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, Rita was awakened from a sound
sleep by a
blinding flash of white light and a voice calling
out to her, 'Rita, Rita.'
'Who is it?' asked Rita, sitting up suddenly. 'Who
is it?'
'Rita -- 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 Rita.
'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 Rita. 'It's beyond my
wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'
'You're pitching Tuesday.'
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