    
Bill Nelson
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Registered: 10-2002
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, October 01, 2006 - 07:31 pm: |   |
Sheila's husband lay on his death bed. The docs gave him a few days, maybe hours, at best. He decided to spend his last moments at home.
He was in his bed, drifting in and out of consciousness when he caught a heavenly aroma. It was his favorite thing in all the world, chocolate chip cookies.
"She's baking my favorite for me. What a gesture, what a woman," he thought. "Any minute she will bring them up here to the bedroom. I can hardly wait."
Time went by, and the aroma lingered. It tantilized him to no end, but no cookies arrived.
"I can't wait," he thought. Using some of his last strength, he rolled off the bed, crashed to the floor, and grunted in pain.
He tried to rise, but could not. He started to crawl, slowly and then slower.
He got to the top of the long staircase, almost spent. The heavenly aroma was now stronger, nearly overpowering.
He tried to crawl down the stairs, but his arms were too weak, he started to tumble and head over heels, he fell to the bottom, crying out in pain at every step. Finally, he came to a stop at the bottom. The smell of the cookies filled the entire downstairs, it was ambrosia.
He found strength in knowing he was closer and started crawling across the living room floor, into the dining room, almost to the kitchen.
The aroma was so strong he could have cut it with a knife. Onward, on his belly now, too weak to hold his arms up.
He slithered, snake-like into the kitchen and there, there he saw them. On the table were dozens of chocolate chip cookies, piled in a large platter.
With superhuman effort he pulled himself up on a chair and reached for a cookie. His hand moved closer and closer, inch by inch.
Suddenly, Sheila stepped up and whacked his hand with a spatula.
"Cut that out. Those are for the wake!" |
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