I learned a few days ago that my Aunt Polly had died – at 95 years old.

I am beginning to understand how old people feel when a high percentage of the people in their lives have died.

When my parents were divorced – almost 70 years ago – it was my Aunt Polly and Uncle Truman who stepped in to take care of me and my sister. My father was, to say the least, not in good shape. Today they call one of the things he was dealing with PTSD. At that time it was commonly referred to as “shell shock.” And it was indeed an artillery shell that caused the physical wounds he received.

Of course, a loss for me – as I assume it does for others – triggers memories of other losses. However, if one works to recall blessings, then dealing with a loss becomes a time of gratitude.

I am reminded of Chuck Swindoll’s saying about Attitude and a YouTube video of it.

For the more scientifically oriented person cultivating an attitude of gratitude has well-documented benefits.

I am grateful for the care and love Aunt Polly extended to me when I really needed it. Aunt Polly, RIP.