Chocolate Chip Cookies
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As the elderly man lay dying in his bed, death's agony was suddenly pushed
aside as he smelled the aroma of his favorite homemade chocolate chip
cookies wafting up the stairs.
Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning
against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with
intense concentration, supported himself down the stairs, gripping the
railing with both hands. In labored breath, he leaned against the door
frame, gazing wide-eyed into the kitchen. There, spread out upon
newspapers on the kitchen table were literally HUNDREDS of his favorite
chocolate chip cookies!
Was it heaven? Or, was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted
wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table,
landing on his knees in a rumpled posture, one hand on the edge of the
table. The aged and withered hand quiveringly made its way to a cookie
near the edge of the table; feeling the warm soft dough actually made the
pain of his bones subside for a moment. His parched lips parted; the
wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing
him back to life.
What, then, was this sudden stinging that caused his hand to recoil?
He looked to see his wife, still holding the spatula she had just used to
smack his hand.
"Stay out of those!" she said, "they're for the funeral."