Subject: Keep your fork

There was a 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.  The woman also requested to
be buried with her favorite Bible.  Everything was in
order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the
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 woman continued. "I want to be buried
with a fork in my right hand."  The pastor stood
looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say.
"That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked.
The woman explained.  "In all my years of attending
church socials and potluck 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 woman goodbye. He knew
this would be one of the last time he would see her
before her death. But he also knew that the woman had
a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW that
something better was coming.  At the funeral people
were walking by the woman's casket and they saw
a 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 woman shortly before she died.  He also told them
about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.
The pastor 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 oh 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.

Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND even if it
means sending back to the person who sent it to you.

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