Soon after, Rose passed on. A few nights later, Barbara woke to a blinding white light and a voice calling her name.
"Who is it?" she asked, sitting up suddenly.
"It's me, Rose."
"You're not Rose, she just died."
"I'm telling you, Barbara, it's me, Rose!" the voice insisted.
"Rose!" Barbara half shouted, "where are you?"
"In Heaven, where else?" replied Rose, "I have some really good news! Also a little bad news, too."
"Tell me the good news first," said Barbara.
"The good news is, there IS softball in Heaven!"
"Really?!?" exclaimed Barbara, a big smile growing across her face.
"Better yet", Rose went on, "remember all our buddies who died before us? They're here, too! Even better, we're all young again, it's always springtime, it never rains or snows and best of all, we can play softball all we want. We never get tired."
"Fantastic" said Barbara, forgetting any bad news. "Better than I could have guessed!"
"You remember the next part?" asked Rose.
"Oh, yeah.....I do" said Barbara slowly, remembering there was something not so good.
Said Rose, "You're pitching on Tuesday."