TOUGH  MEXICAN  WOMEN  !!

An elderly Mexican man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite tamales wafting up the stairs.

He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.

Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen, where if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out on the kitchen table were corn husks, masa and finished tamales.

Was it heaven, or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the tamales was already in his mouth.

With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the table, when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife. 'Hands off!' she said. 'Those are for the funeral.'

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Reunion Moral to the Story

This Was Not A Funeral -- This was an exciting high energy family reunion and we appreciated your spirit and tributes to our relatives who have passed on.