Aunt Della

Every family has that Aunt who is the "go-to" aunt. The Aunt who always knows what's up. The Aunt who always asks what's going on in your life and actually listens to the answer - AND remembers to follow up the next time she sees you. The Aunt who, when there is a question about this-or-that in the famiy history, always knows the answers. You know who I'm talking about. You have one in your family, too.




Mine is called Aunt Della, and she died today. The news came as quite a shock to me, although her health has been poor for some time. And you know - if not for obvious things like the oxygen tank she sometimes had - you would never know there was anything wrong with her. She was not a complainer. She always looked as good as she could. She was always dressed nicely, and her hair was always done. At least that was the case when I saw her. Anyway, her health has been a trial for some time, and now it is a comfort to know that she is at peace. As I thought about her today, I couldn't help but think about what a glorious reunion it must have been when she was again with her parents. But my heart aches for her husband and her eight children, who were not quite prepared for this loss. My heart also aches for my dad who lost his little sister today, and also for all the people who have known and loved her, and for her grandchildren who are too small to remember how wonderful their grandma was. It's a sad, sad day for the Walker Clan. But again, what a scene it must be in the hereafter as Aunt Della is reuinted with all those who have gone on before. What comfort the Gospel brings.