A very old man lay dying in his bed. On death's doorstep he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie wafting from the kitchen. He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself toward the kitchen. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.
There, spread out up on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, making sure he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he slowly approached the table. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she said."They're for the funeral."
1 comment:
I'm glad you liked this story! I thought it was so cute.
SKS
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