Woman and a Fork

A young woman diagnosed with three months to live was getting her things 'in order,' She asked her Pastor to come to discuss her final wishes.

She told him the songs she wanted , and the scriptures and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. In the course of the conversation the Pastor asked if there was any thing else he could do for her.

The young woman suddenly  and excitedly responded with Oh yes and there's one more thing,'  'Its very important,' she continued. 'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'

The Pastor stood, not knowing quite what to say.

That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.
'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled,' said the Pastor.

She explained. My grandmother had a big influence on me and In my early years, I always remember when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, she would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork. Dear'

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!'

The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged her and knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. He also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did.

At the funeral people walking by the young woman's casket saw the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard, '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 and what fork symbolized to her.