Work is progressing slowly boxing up the office. I have been in the file room for two days now and I have used about thirty "file" boxes. Twelve offices on my end after that. It progresses more slowly than I thought. I ran across some notes earlier today by Dee. A lot of sentimental thoughts come to mind. We had put together such a great group. We worked together, we worked hard and we had fun doing it! I often wonder about many of them. Dee came to work for us on a temporary basis while she looked for something she wanted to do. She was single, divorced. She had two grown sons, one was local the other lived in the Carolinas. She started out as one of our telephone operators. She was so smooth and fluid. She could tell someone "where" to go and they just smiled and were thankful for the directions. Everything we threw her way she quickly mastered and it wasn't long until she was away from the telephone and in the back where the real paper wars took place! She started out in fuel taxes, and fuel purchases and mileages. As a company we were driving about 16M miles a quarter and consuming just over two and a half million gallons of fuel in the same time frame. Lots of detail in data entry and keeping all the different jurisdictions right. Dee was so proficient in this that she took on additional duties collecting past dues. Excellent results. One of today's notes was to one of our file clerks, a simple thank you for pulling the requested file. Eventually Dee moved up to payroll. This was a demanding job, but like everything else Dee handled it efficiently and with apparent ease. In December of 2000 Dee was diagnosed with breast cancer. They did surgery, they removed tumors, they removed lymph nodes, she went through the chemo (she had the cutest collection of hats) and she did the radiation. On days she felt strong enough she came in for a while. Finally twelve months after the initial diagnosis she had a check up and was cancer free! One month later she was complaining of a pain in her side and went to the doctor. A few days later she received a call while at work. She came to my office and told me it looked like we were going to do it all over again. The doctor had told her she had cancer. The breast cancer had not returned, this time it was liver cancer. Dee asked if she could go home to gather herself. She came back to the office twice after that day. Her cancer was very aggressive and one day short of three months after diagnosis. Dee was gone. She died at her home. She was forty-six. I miss Dee. The easy part of this packing is the paper and physical items, the hard part are the many memories both good and bad that wait at every turn. You know as tough as times got, I believe the good outweigh the bad! 'Bye 'Bye Dee Dee, luv ya girl!

FATHER I thank YOU for the many people and the many influences you have let touch my life. I thank YOU for Dee. FATHER continue to be with me as I pack things. FATHER thank YOU for the memories. FATHER take control, I can't continue without you. FATHER, the word on Aimee Harris is good! Thank YOU and praise YOU. If all goes well they may dismiss her and let her spend the next ten to fourteen days at home. I know that would be a blessing for their entire family. FATHER I continue to lift her up and ask that when they retest the bone marrow that the treatments will have worked and she will be producing blood cells! Thank YOU FATHER, I continue to ask YOU to rain down YOUR blessings! For YOUR glory FATHER!