1 week agoTwo 90-year-old women, Bertha and Betty, had been friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Bertha was dying, Betty visited her every day.
One day Betty said, â€śBertha, 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 thereâ€™s womenâ€™s softball there.â€ť
Bertha looked up at Betty from her deathbed and said, â€śBetty, youâ€™ve been my best friend for many years. If itâ€™s at all possible, Iâ€™ll do this favor for you.â€ť
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, â€śBetty, Betty.â€ť
â€śWho is it?â€ť asked Betty, sitting up suddenly. â€śWho is it?â€ť
â€śBetty â€” itâ€™s me, Bertha.â€ť
â€śYouâ€™re not Bertha. Bertha just died.â€ť
â€śIâ€™m telling you, itâ€™s me, Bertha,â€ť insisted the voice.
â€śBertha! Where are you?â€ť
â€śIn heaven,â€ť replied Bertha. â€śI have some really good news and a little bad news.â€ť
â€śTell me the good news first,â€ť said Betty.
â€śThe good news,â€ť Bertha said, â€śis that thereâ€™s womenâ€™s softball in heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before me are here, too. Even better than that, weâ€™re all young again. Better still, itâ€™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.â€ť
â€śThatâ€™s fantastic,â€ť said Betty. â€śItâ€™s beyond my wildest dreams! So whatâ€™s the bad news?â€ť
â€śYouâ€™re pitching Tuesday.â€ť