In memory of my grandma, "Norene Wood Sanders" who passed away Dec.30,1998.The story written below is not about my grandma, but was sent to me by a dear friend on the day of grandma's passing away. It really helped ease my grief and pain. I love and miss you grandma.....Bonnie
Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave
when the woman suddenly remembered something very important
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.
"What's that?" came the pastor's reply.
"This is very important." the woman continued, "I want to be
buried with a fork in my right hand."
The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite
what to say.
"That shocks you. doesn't it?" the woman asked.
"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.
The woman explained.
"In all my years of attending church socials and functions
where food was involved, my favorite part was when whoever
was clearing away the dishes of the main course would lean
over and say, "you'd better keep your fork."It was my
favorite part because I knew that something better was
coming. When they told me to keep my fork, I knew that
something great was about to be given me. It wasn't Jell-o or
pudding. It was cake or pie. Something with substance."
So i just want people to see me there in that casket with a
fork in my hand and I want them to wonder'What's with the fork?'
Then I want you to tell them: "Something better is coming so
keep your fork."..
The pastor's eyes were welled with tears of joy as he hugged
the woman goodbye.
He knew this would be the one of the last times he would see her before her death.
But he knew that woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did.
She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and
they saw the pretty dress she was wearing, her favorite Bible
and the fork placed in her right hand.
Over and over the pastor heard the question "What's with the
And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the pastor told the people of the
conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died
He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized
The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking
about the fork, and told them that they probably would not
be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right.
So the next time you reach down for
your fork, let it remind you oh so gently that there is
something better coming.
"Go Rest High On That Mountain"