Sunday, March 25, 2012

The awesome power of a wife's love

A very old man lay dying  in his bed. In death's doorway, he suddenly  smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip  cookie wafting up the stairs.

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 down the stairs,  gripping the railing with both  hands.

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 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, seeing to it that he  left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great  final effort, he threw himself toward 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 spatula by his  wife.

"Stay out of those," she  said. "They're for your funeral.

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