A birthday comment from my daughter-in-law brought me up close and personal to the packing up of my studio and making the funeral of an old friend began to connect my dots. My daughter-in-law said “I had to disentangle myself from your Jackson home because so many wonderful memories were housed there. I just needed time to let it go from my life.” Betty and I attended a funeral of a friend who is immediately disentangled from life on earth. I am packing up my studio and am disentangling myself from 27 years at Union. It is a difficult path we are all walking, but the funeral really opened my eyes. Eventually, we will all disentangle ourselves from this earth, from this life, from this existence. Glory be to God to be tangled up in Him. He “knows I have paid some dues getting through.”**
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