MAY BIRTHDAYS
3rd
Michael D'Agosta (Happy 27th!)
Sabrina
West (Happy 24th!)
Greg
Castagnoli
10th Betty Verhoeven
11th Mark Balaoro
19th Rob Verhoeven
27th Leah D'Agosta (Happy 25th!)
David Gerlinger (Happy 18th!)
28th Brett Nevoli (Happy 25th!)
Kurt Roessler (Happy 22nd!)
May meeting is hosted by Robin. When I find out anything about it.....you will too! (If you need an alternate activity, Kathy, Tina, and I will be working the Book Fair at Matsumoto's Open House.....all are welcome to join us!)
Great news for the Pitchers!
A
new grandchild has been born. Important info:
Daddy--Brian Mommy--Kristin Baby--Savannah Rose Pitcher.
She was born on March 3 after a very long labor, but very worth it. She
was 6 pounds and 18 inches long with brown hair and a beautiful face.
(of course we think so) Since Brian lives in San Jose we have seen her
a lot and love her more each time. Brian and Kristin just started back
to work so we have also been taking care of her whenever we can. They
both got a leave which was great! I hope to send a picture out
soon..........Cindy
Los Padres Golf
Lou has procured
a house at Forest Meadows for the weekend of June 3-5th. It is
not the Aacker house, as they wanted to wait until almost that
date to confirm. It looks nice and roomy-near the 7th green. Also
has some tee times for Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning.
Contact Lou if you are interested in going.
Saturday Coffee Clatches
Continue
Meet your Las
Madres friends for some coffee and conversation at the Starbuck's
at White and Aborn on Saturday mornings at 9am. Every third Saturday
is a field trip. AWAY Coffee for May will be on the SECOND Saturday,
May 17 at the Cocola
Bakery on Santana Row. It is at 333 Santana Row #1045, about
a block down from Crate and Barrel on the right hand side.
They have baked goods(of course), coffee, tea and other good stuff!
Afterwards we could stroll Santana Row OR we could explore Antique
Row on W. San Carlos (my preference... or we could do both!).
RSVP to Randi so we know
how many to expect.
Editor's Note: Antiques Colony has lost their lease, so there
might be some good bargains!
e-Mail Tidbit
THE FORK
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 Priest 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 Priest 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 Priest's reply.
"This is very important," the young woman continued.
"I want to be buried with a fork in my right
hand,"
The Priest 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 Priest.
The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this
story, and from there on out, I have always done so. I have also,
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 Priest'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 Priest heard the question "What's
with the fork?" And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the Priest 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. The pastor
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 jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to "Keep your fork."
Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share ... being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
And keep your
fork.
