Save A Fork

I had the privilege of spending time with a very sweet lady that attends the Grief Share meetings hosted at the church I go to. She always shares wonderful stories of her life and tid bits of wisdom with me and I value her as a rare treasure.

She told me the story of a young man who was making arrangements for his father’s funeral. He instructed the mortician to place a fork in his father’s hands. This seemed like a strange request and he curiously asked what it represented.

The young man told him that his father had always counseled him, when eating, to save a fork for dessert because the best was yet to come.

What a profound truth. The best is yet to come. Eternity awaits us.

I will always remember my sweet friend’s smile on her face and the twinkle in her eyes when she said, “The best is yet to come, I’ll save my fork.”