This is a post both sad and yet triumphant.
The sadness is because---I don't think I said it here yet---but my Aunt J. died of cancer in October. When we talk about people having hearts of gold, well, she had one. This isn't to say she was perfect (she had some views, particularly political ones and particularly views about the Arab world, that were a bit unpleasant). However, she was also a thoughtful, generous, supportive woman, with a love for poetry and books and cats and travel. When I think of people I want to be like, she's on my list. Suffice to say that I miss her, and think of her often, and am only glad that she's no longer suffering from her disease.
As I said, she was a generous and supportive woman. For most of my life, that support came in letters---she wanted to read my poetry, wanted to know about my schoolwork, called me "her scholar". In the last year, though, she also gave me some financial support. Part of it was in the form of a rather large cash gift, which went partly into paying off loan interest and partly into my emergency fund. As it turns out, she also left me an insurance policy from her days as an Army nurse.
Because of said policy, I have now been able to pay off all the interest on my Key loan (yes, all $2652.50 remaining interest), with some to spare for the emergency fund. It's difficult to describe exactly how much weight is lifted off me with that paid off. It's not going to capitalize; I can easily pay the $50 a month that accumulates; I am that much more freed from debt.
And so, I'm grateful.
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