Woman And A Fork

Woman and a Fork 
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed 
with a terminal illness and had been given three months to
live. So as she was getting her things "in order," 
she contacted her Pastor and had him come to 
her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. 
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, 
what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she
wanted to be buried in. 
Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to 
leave when the young woman suddenly remembered
something very important to her. 
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly. 
  "What's that?" came the Pastor's reply. 
 "This is very important," the young woman continued. 
"I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand." 
 The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing
 quite what to say. 
That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked. 
"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," 
said the Pastor. 
The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me 
this story, and from that time on I have always
tried to pass along its message to those I love and those
 who are in need of encouragement. 
In all my years of attending socials and dinners,
I always remember that when the dishes of the main course 
were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over
 and say,
 'Keep your fork.'
It was my favorite part because I knew that something 
better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or 
deep-dish apple pie. 
Something wonderful, and with substance!' 
So, I just want people to see me there in that casket 
with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder
"What's with the fork?" Then I want you to tell them: 
"Keep your fork", the best is yet to come." 
The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he
 hugged the young woman good-bye.  He knew this would be one
of the last times he would see her before her death. 
But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp 
of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what
 heaven would be like than many people twice her
age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. 
She KNEW that something better was coming. 
At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's 
casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the
fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, 
the Pastor heard the question, "What's with the fork?"
And over and over he smiled.  During his message,
the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had 
with the young woman shortly before she died. 
He also told them about the fork and about what it 
symbolized to her. He told the people how he 
could not stop thinking about the fork
and told them that they probably would not be able
 to stop thinking about it either.  He was right. 
So the next time you reach down for your fork let 
it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. 
Friends are a very rare jewel , indeed. 
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed . 
They lend an ear, they share a word of praise , 
and they always want to open their hearts to us. 
Show your friends how much you care.
Remember to always be there for them, 
even when you need them more. 
For you never know when it may be their time to
 "Keep your fork." 
Cherish the time you have , and the memories you share ... 
being friends with someone is not an opportunity 
but a sweet responsibility.
 Below is a special message to you from me.
       Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND  
 And ...keep your fork.  
God Bless You My Friend ,
You are forever on my heartstring!  
Know I am here for you in both good times and bad! 
 Lovingly Your Sister In Christ;

Remember if time or storms doesn't allow me to contact you ,that doesn't mean you are not in my thoughts and prayers! Huggies sent your way!