There is a song we sing with small tykes for clean-up time: clean up, clean up, everybody clean up. Makes it a more jolly process for all concerned. I’ve been humming the tune while cleaning out the computer room. Except, it’s only ME doing the clean out. Terry has occasionally told me that I could throw out some piece of hardware or software for which we no longer have a computer on which it will operate. Some, like the WordPerfect stuff, made me sad. That was my favorite word processor. I still don’t like Word, but since it’s the standard now, I’ve learned to use it. He snatched up an outdated mouse with the idea of giving it to an organization for which he volunteers as he thinks they have a machine on which it will work.
But back to that clean out. I came across a box that had been sitting under my desk since 2000, collecting a variety of things. I know it’s been there that long because at the bottom I found the journal I wrote during my mother’s last month of life after a major stroke. I also found a folder of photos taken a couple of months before her death. These two were taken at my mother’s 86th birthday party in October.
We had no idea she would be gone in 2 months. I had wondered, over the years, what the last photo of my mother was and if I had a copy. Feeling compelled by God to clean out the computer room, I found my answer. I don’t know why I am amazed when God works as He does, but I am.