Two 90-year-old women, Bertha and Betty, had been best friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Bertha was dying, Betty visited her every day.
One day Betty said, āBertha, we both loved playing softball all our lives, and we played all through high school.Ā Please do me one favor: When you get to heaven, somehow you must let me know if thereās womenās softball there.ā
Bertha looked up at Betty from her deathbed and said, āBetty, youāve been my best friend for many years. If itās at all possible, Iāll do this favor for you.ā
Shortly after that, Bertha passed on.
A few nights later, Betty was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, āBetty, Betty.ā
āWho is it?ā asked Betty, sitting up suddenly. āWho is it?ā
āBetty ā itās me, Bertha.ā
āYouāre not Bertha. Bertha just died.ā
āIām telling you, itās me, Bertha,ā Insisted the voice.
āBertha! Where are you?ā
āIn heaven,ā replied Bertha.Ā āI have some really good news and a little bad news.ā
āTell me the good news first,ā said Betty.
āThe good news,ā Bertha said, āIs that thereās womenās softball in heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before me are here, too.Ā Even better than that, weāre all young again. Better still, itās always springtime and it never rains or snows.Ā And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired.ā
āThatās fantastic,ā said Betty. āItās beyond my wildest dreams!Ā So whatās the bad news?ā
Bertha replies,
āYouāre pitching Tuesday.ā