When it was clear that Bertha was dying, Betty visited her every day.
One day Betty said, Bertha, we both loved playing 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 theres womens softball there.
Bertha looked up at Betty from her deathbed and said, Betty, youve been my best friend for many years. If its at all possible, Ill do this favor for you.
Shortly after that, Bertha passed on.
A few nights later, Betty was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, Betty, Betty.
Who is it? asked Betty, sitting up suddenly. Who is it?
Betty its me, Bertha.
Youre not Bertha. Bertha just died.
Im telling you, its me, Bertha, insisted the voice.
Bertha! Where are you?
In Heaven, replied Bertha. I have some really good news and a little bad news.
Tell me the good news first, said Betty.
The good news, Bertha said, is that theres womens softball in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before me are here, too. Even better than that, were all young again. Better still, its always springtime and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired.
Thats fantastic, said Betty. Its beyond my wildest dreams! So whats the bad news?
Youre pitching Tuesday.
One day Betty said, Bertha, we both loved playing 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 theres womens softball there.
Bertha looked up at Betty from her deathbed and said, Betty, youve been my best friend for many years. If its at all possible, Ill do this favor for you.
Shortly after that, Bertha passed on.
A few nights later, Betty was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, Betty, Betty.
Who is it? asked Betty, sitting up suddenly. Who is it?
Betty its me, Bertha.
Youre not Bertha. Bertha just died.
Im telling you, its me, Bertha, insisted the voice.
Bertha! Where are you?
In Heaven, replied Bertha. I have some really good news and a little bad news.
Tell me the good news first, said Betty.
The good news, Bertha said, is that theres womens softball in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before me are here, too. Even better than that, were all young again. Better still, its always springtime and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired.
Thats fantastic, said Betty. Its beyond my wildest dreams! So whats the bad news?
Youre pitching Tuesday.