She surveyed her empty house. Just yesterday it was filled with family, friends, streamers, balloons, cake, ice-cream and gifts. She smiled to herself thinking of how excited Ben, her eldest great grand-child, was about the special gift. It was not wrapped, but awkwardly covered by her shawl. Much to her shock it was a silly computer. Ben started on a barrage of instructions for her. At ninety-five she was baffled but appreciative.
“It was all ready to go,” according to Ben.
He had set it up before she arrived to her surprise party. It sat on the old mahogany desk that Frank had built many years ago. Having been a carpenter, the work of Frank’s hands surrounded her. Tears surfaced as she again counted the 10 long years Frank had been gone. But her heart quickly rebounded with the thought of 64 wonderful years married to the man of her dreams. At ninety-five she was lonely yet comforted.
Before beginning she sipped her tea and sat it down near the computer.
Immediately, Ben’s warning came to mind, “Gram, don’t ever spill your tea. It would definitely ruin it!”
Land-sakes, she was the one that taught the little imp to be careful with his juice as he trounced around her home! There were always reminders like that from her daughter too.
“Ma, don’t fall for phone solicitor scams and don’t walk around the house without your walker!” You’d think she was 2 years old. She did not like being treated like a child. At ninety-five she was frustrated.
It took a few minutes before she remembered how to turn the contraption on. It made noise and blinked until a full screen-sized picture of the whole family was staring at her.
Ben had explained proudly, “Gram, I did this so you’ll always remember us, uh, I mean this day.”
She retorted to his slip of the tongue, “For goodness sakes, child, I will never forget you!”
Silence overtook the room as they all were reminded of the tough road they had with Grandpa Frank’s Alzheimer’s. At 95 she was apprehensive.
Her crooked fingers reached for the keyboard. The internet button was not difficult to find. She needed to hunt-and-peck the keys which reminded her of long times past, when it was chickens that were doing the pecking. The grandkids would come to grandpa’s farm. The goats, chickens, two pigs and a cow delighted them. They’d follow Grandpa Frank around ‘helping’ with chores. Then they’d all gather for dinner and homemade ice cream for dessert. Hand churned ice cream that took real muscles to make. The pain in her fingers told her she’d never do that again. At ninety-five she ached in her happy reminiscence.
Before she could peck another letter, a strange voice came from one corner of the screen.
“Do you want to go back to college?” the young woman asked.
She no sooner had time to form the thought, “How absurd!” when another face popped up with a different message.
“Young single men are waiting to meet you!” beckoned from different corner.
“Well! I never!” She bellowed; no one heard.
Something her wise young great grandson said came to mind. “Gram, there’s good stuff and bad stuff on the computer. But anything you want to know is just a click away.” He had demonstrated by typing in the letters G-O-D.
“Three hundred million hits, Gram!” He had exclaimed. “That means you can read three hundred million things about God!”
She had taught her children, grandchildren and even her great grandkids about God. But, she did not figure that it was near that many things. There’s always something to learn about God she reasoned to herself. Without a computer, had she taught them enough about God’s love? At ninety-five she felt inadequate.
Slowly she typed in the letters J-E-S-U-S.
“One hundred eighty million hits,” as Ben would say.
Where should she begin? She pondered more than a few minutes. All things considered, and though she never thought she would ever touch a ‘mouse,’ she wiggled it around and then aimed straight for the words ‘shut down’.
She rewarmed her tea, gathered her favorite shawl and settled in the rocker Frank had specially made her.
“There’s always tomorrow for googling.” She mused.
She picked up a book from the stand. Today the Bible was sufficient for everything she wanted and needed to know about her Savior. At ninety-five she was trusting Jesus.
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