Being Thankful for Family

Monday, February 4, 2013

My Uncle Russell died last week. He is the second from the left in this picture and the fourth of the siblings to die. (Or at least the fourth of the five who survived to become adults.)

These four brothers and one sister all lived long, healthy, and productive Christian lives. My father died youngest at 88, three died in their 90s, and my surviving uncle is 91 and still going strong. That's my heredity, and I'm thankful for it.

But I'm mostly thankful for the wonderful family I was born into. I have great memories of visits to and from my aunts and uncles and cousins. A loving, close family.

And I'm grateful.

1 comment:

Mike said...

We will remember him, Uncle Oliver, Uncle John, and Grandma all of our lives for sure. And I also sometimes think of the little brother, Lawrence, who passed away so young. Grandma spoke of him often as her "little buddy." My own father is his namesake.

And, gratefully, we still have Uncle Lester with us. What an remarkable family! I am proud to be from the Page lineage.

I will have a few things to say soon about Uncle Russell, but it has been difficult to write these past few days. We are never prepared for the passing of a loved one, even one who has had such a full and rich life.

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