I am so happy to say that after I posted
this beautiful writing on my site
I was contacted by a member
of this wonderful woman's family.
The lady's name was
I was told that this woman was
in every true sense of the word,
a wonderful Mother, wife, and most certainly,
a truely elegant lady.
They also told me there more to the story
and now I would like to
pass them to to you.
This is from Mrs. Jakoby's granddaughter,
Ruth Trimpe.
   Mike and Doretta Jakoby were married in Saint Bonafice Church
in Peoria, Illinois. in 1927.
They had 4 children,
and raised them all in the church,
now called Saint Anne's.
In 1987, they celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary
at the same church, and later, a very elegant dinner at the Elks Club,
(where, by the way, family was told to keep their fork..:)
Grandpa died shortly after
their 62nd anniversary and Grandma's health
went downhill, as she did not know how to cope
without him, but did alone in their home
for the next couple years.
She then moved in with her daughter
Nancy Grueber, and her husband Stan
in Astoria, Illinois.
She was unable to attend mass any longer,
and the priest would come
to Stan and Nancy's house to see Grandma Jakoby
So he was not surprised to get a call
from her asking him to stop by.

"Doretta phoned and asked me to come by,
when I did she told me
her latest doctors appointment had brought her the news
that she had only a few months to live,
and for that she was prepared,
(and being the person she was,
the funeral arrangements were of course,
already taken care of so as not to burden the family)
she then proceeded to tell him what she wanted
when she finally got to go
and be with Mike again at her funeral.

Thank you Ruth and all the rest of the Jakoby family for allowing me to share this wonderful story.



  There was a 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 home
to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung,
what scriptures she would like read,
and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible.

Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave
when the 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 woman continued...
"I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."

The pastor stood looking at the woman,
not knowing quite what to say...
"That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked.
  "Well, to be honest,
I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.
The woman explained. "In all my years
of attending church socials and potluck 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.....
and not jell-o or pudding,
but a fabulous German Chocolate cake,
or a fabulous strawberry shortcake,
but always delicious and 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 woman good-bye.
He knew this would be one of the last times
he would see her before her death.

At the funeral
people were walking by the woman's casket
and they saw
the beautiful bridal gown she was wearing
and her favorite Bible in her right hand
and the fork placed in her left.
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 woman shortly before she died,
about the fork and 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, oh so gently,
that the best is yet to come...

May God Bless you and keep you.