Keep your fork - and not the three pronged variety!

There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and was given 3 months to live. As she began getting her things 'in order', she called her pastor and asked for him to 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 wanted read, and what dress she wanted to be buried in. She also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible in her left hand. Everything was in order and as the pastor was preparing to leave, the woman suddenly remembered one final request that was very important to her.

'Please Pastor, just one more thing,' she said excitedly.

'Sure, what is it?' came the pastor's reply.

'This is very important to me,' the woman continued ... 'I want to be buried holding a fork in my right hand.'

The pastor gazed at the woman, at a loss for words.

'That surprises you, doesn't it?' the woman asked. The pastor replied 'Well to be quite honest, I am puzzled by the request'.

The woman explained. 'You see, Pastor, in all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I remember that when the dishes were being cleared after the main course, someone would inevitably lean over to me and say, 'Keep your fork' ... it was my favorite part of the meal because I knew that something better was coming, like velvety chocolate cake or deep dish apple pie. Something wonderful to end the meal!'

The pastor listened intently and a smile came upon his face.

The woman continued, 'So, I just want people to see me there 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 good-bye.

At the funeral, every one that walked by the woman's casket saw her wearing a beautiful dress with her favorite Bible held in her left hand and a fork held in her right hand.

During his message, the pastor told the people about the conversation that he had with the woman shortly before she died. He explained the fork and what it symbolized to her.

So the next time you reach for your fork, let it remind you, oh so gently, that the best is yet to come...