Being Thankful for Family

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.