Let me first just say that this is a post about my best friend affair with one of the most important people in my life.
To understand us you have to know us.
I first met my best friend Casteel Kanoi Kirk, non Hawaiian, our freshmen year here at Missouri State. We pretty much instantly became friends after a few unmentionable moments in and around campus. Last year being a Resident Assistant on campus almost broke us apart not seeing each other. We found time to hang out at the local eateries or as others call them fast food restaurants. Then last summer she left for western Kansas. Her and I first went on a blogging adventure so we could keep each other up to date about lives and share our funny happenings with others. It did not go so well to say the least. This time around we have separate blogs and it seems to be going much better. This week she is going to be my guest blogger and I am going to put my favorite post up from her blog.
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things ‘in order,’ she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
‘There’s one more thing,’ she said excitedly.
‘What’s that?’ came the Pastor’s reply.
‘This is very important,’ the young woman continued. ‘I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.’
The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.’That surprises you, doesn’t it?’ the young woman asked.
‘Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,’ said the Pastor .
The young woman explained. ‘My Grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming…like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and 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: ‘Keep your fork … The best is yet to come.’
The Pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the young woman’s casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, ‘What’s with the fork?’ And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He 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, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. Cherish the time you have and the memories you share. Being friends with someone is not an opportunity, but a sweet responsibility.
This passage is from my favorite post of Cassie’s and if you know either one of us it is very fitting. It fits our love of God, food, friends and the outlook we try to have on life day in and day out. After living with and sharing a room with my best friend my only words of advice would be to not let things come between you. We basically have came to the conclusion that we are sisters, not just through Sigma Alpha but through everything. If we do not like something the other one is doing we come out and say it and just try not to let it worry us. There are bigger things out there in the world that are more important.