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This is so,so my mother !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

weakbackwweakback Posts: 154
edited 06/11/2012 - 8:31 AM in Lighten and Brighten

An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of
impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite ravioli
wafting up the stairs.

He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.

Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs...

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he leaned against the door frame,
gazing into the kitchen, where if not for death's agony, he would have thought
himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the
kitchen table were hundreds of his favorite ravioli.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty years,
seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture.
His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the ravioli was already in his

With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the table, when suddenly
he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.

"Don't Touch!" she said. "Those are for the funeral."


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