Scratch Posted January 28, 2008 Share Posted January 28, 2008 An elderly man lay in his death bed. Expecting to die at any moment, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Oatmeal Raisin cookies 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 super human 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 upon newspapers on the kitchen table, were literally hundreds of his favorite Oatmeal Raisin cookies. Was he in heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? With one great and final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the wondrous smell of the cookie was seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand, shaking made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. "Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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