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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, some how you must let me know if there's women's soft-ball there.
Rose looked up at Barb from her death bed 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.
At midnight the following Friday, 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", (the voice said) it's me, Rose.
You're not Rose, Rose is dead! Barb repiled,
I'm telling you, it's me "Rose"! insisted the voice.
Barb asked, "Rose"? Where are you?
In Heaven, replied Rose. I have some really good news for you and a some bad news.
Tell me the good news first, said Barb.
Rose said, The good news is that, there is "Softball" in Heaven, and better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, and even better than that, we're all young again.
And better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows, and very best thing of all is, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired.
That's fantastic, said Barb, thats beyond all of my wildest dreams!
So what's the bad news? asked "Barb"
Rose replied,
You're pitching Tuesday!
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, some how you must let me know if there's women's soft-ball there.
Rose looked up at Barb from her death bed 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.
At midnight the following Friday, 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", (the voice said) it's me, Rose.
You're not Rose, Rose is dead! Barb repiled,
I'm telling you, it's me "Rose"! insisted the voice.
Barb asked, "Rose"? Where are you?
In Heaven, replied Rose. I have some really good news for you and a some bad news.
Tell me the good news first, said Barb.
Rose said, The good news is that, there is "Softball" in Heaven, and better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, and even better than that, we're all young again.
And better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows, and very best thing of all is, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired.
That's fantastic, said Barb, thats beyond all of my wildest dreams!
So what's the bad news? asked "Barb"
Rose replied,
You're pitching Tuesday!
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