These Old Ladies Loved Playing Softball

Friendships that last a lifetime are very rare. Most of our childhood friends are strangers when we become adults. That’s just the nature of most childhood friendships. People move, go to college, get married, have children, and change dramatically. However, thanks to social media, we can sometimes find those old friends and catch up, although sometimes, at that point, they’ve become so different it’s no longer the same. And then there are those rare friends who remain, friends, their entire life. Often they share a passion for the same things. In this story, two older women who share a passion for softball discuss life after death, and one makes a rather strange request.

Two 90-year-old women, Bertha and Betty, had been best friends all of their lives.[1]

When it was clear that Bertha was dying, Betty visited her every day.

One day Betty said, “Bertha, we both loved playing softball all our lives, and we played all through high school. Please do me one favor: When you get to heaven, somehow you must let me know if there’s women’s softball there.”

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Bertha looked up at Betty from her deathbed and said, “Betty, you’ve been my best friend for many years. If it’s at all possible, I’ll do this favor for you.”

Shortly after that, Bertha passed on.

A few nights later, Betty was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, “Betty, Betty.”

“Who is it?” asked Betty, sitting up suddenly. “Who is it?”

“Betty — it’s me, Bertha.”

“You’re not Bertha. Bertha just died.”

“I’m telling you, it’s me, Bertha,” insisted the voice.

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“Bertha! Where are you?”

“In heaven,” replied Bertha. “I have some really good news and a little bad news.”

“Tell me the good news first,” said Betty.

“The good news,” Bertha said, “Is that there’s women’s softball in heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before me are here, too. Even better than that, we’re all young again. Better still, it’s always springtime and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired.”

“That’s fantastic,” said Betty. “It’s beyond my wildest dreams! So what’s the bad news?”

Bertha replies,

“You’re pitching Tuesday.”

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