An elderly Ukrainian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of
impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Ukrainian
perogies with fried onions wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning
against the wall he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even
greater effort gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen.
If not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for
there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table was literally hundreds
of his favourite perogies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his Ukrainian wife of
sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on
his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of
the perogies was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. The
aged and withered man trembled on his way to the perogies at the edge of the
table, when he was suddenly smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.
“Back off!” she said. “They’re for the funeral.”
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