they have a surprise farewell party in church for J2 and us. people come and say they will miss us. we appreciate your contributions and your faithful labor, they say. the tears come because i can't help them. not a labor, i say. it was my privilege. it was our privilege.
go with God, an old lady says. God willing we meet again. but i am old, and perhaps we will not meet in this life. she teaches me much, this old lady, about living and loving and not fearing.
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