One last cookie
An elderly man was at home, dying in bed. He smelled the aroma of
his favorite chocolate chip cookies baking. He wanted one last
cookie before he died.
He fell out of bed, crawled to the landing, rolled down the
stairs, and crawled into the kitchen where his wife was busily
baking cookies. With waning strength he crawled to the table and
was just barely able to lift his withered arm to the cookie sheet.
As he grasped a warm, moist, chocolate chip cookie, his favorite
kind, his wife suddenly whacked his hand with a spatula.
"Why?" he whispered. "Why did you do that?"
"They're for the funeral."
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