Back in December, 2006, Grandma Ike made a VERY dramatic, last effort, to show his fondness for my photography. Exactly 48 hours and 3 minutes PRIOR TO DYING, "Brown" (that luxurious entity, wrapped in brown shirts, pants and a truck that NEVER brings bills or bad news) sauntered quietly to my door, and placed in my hands what was, back then, my particular "Holy Grail". 
A laptop.....all silver, just like the sterling jewelry Ike had given me, many times over, as I grew up and beyond his reach. 
As the months have passed by, I came to experience and understand that my flat wonder of an Acer was really QUITE fragile. Though it survived slipping off my bed and onto my hardwood floor without damage to any part of it, the first of 3 keys popped off the keyboard within 2 months of my first recieving it. My tax return money in hand, I took it to a local computer repair shop, and found out that a replacement keyboard simply was not worth it. 
I have been "making do" with my handicapped but highly revered legacy, ever since. 
Shortly after Halloween of THIS year, I realized I probably wouldn't have much of a Christmas holiday. With a dispute, unsettled, over my daughters, this will be my first Christmas without them. I knew that, as I looked for another church family, became more active, in local walkathons and worked harder, on the books I'm writing, my social contacts would also probably drift off, leaving me without a glimmer of hope, for a happy holiday miracle. 
With the faith of a mustard seed, I signed on, to a local prayer request message area, of my local Christian radio station website. Figuring that God is STILL, somehow, MUCH BIGGER than adult humans seem to realize, I posted a prayer, that my daughters and I would, somehow, get OUR OWN LAPTOPS, so that, even if we couldn't be together, their educational goals would be enabled, and my writing and photography, along with a job search, would be also improved. 
Stupid dream, huh? After all, I need trash pickup and heat, in my bathroom; computers, for most, would be VERY LOW on the list, of priorities. 
Enter, though, my now long dead Grandpa Ike; as the sun set, on Saturday, on Quarter Acre Wood, a call, from his widow left me stunned, sure that prayers are heard, and that my curmudgeonly Grandfather is STILL, INDEED, having influence and interceding on my behalf. 
It seems a secret bank account was discovered, that he had set aside, for facilitating educational things LIKE computers, for my daughters and my sisters and their kids. 
Not very much money at all, it is, nonetheless, enough, to purchase my daughters a basic laptop computer, and myself, a slightly more advanced one. The estate will make the purchases, after wishes and recommendations have been reviewed; as such, I'll NEVER touch the money, but I WILL feel GRANDPAS HEART. 
Never mind, whether or not I ACTUALLY SEE my daughters this holiday season: I NOW KNOW that, as with me, a POSITIVE reverence for education and literacy WILL NOW BE PASSED ON, to my girls. Despite the drama and emotionalism, acts of treachery and ill will my family tends to exhibit, THIS GOOD VALUE WILL BE PASSED ON. 
A lesson in love and faith, from a Grandfather who still sees, and watches. 
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