The Weekend Won't Last

   What a fantastic weekend... but sadly the joys are silently and slowly leaving, and memories of why the weekend started out the way it did slowly creep in.  I have a good friend whom will be moving away permanently, and he had come to say his final goodbye.  Mutual friends gathered.  Great food, great company... even spent the night at a buddies house whom came with me to my Church the next day.  We joked that he'd catch on fire the moment he walked in the sanctuary..  This morning, as I woke at home and took in the slightly darker parts of a dreary Monday morning, it hit me.  The week begins by my silent sadness of feeling a part of me is leaving.  And though we said it wasn't going to be the last time we will see each other, a pressing unspoken thought wedges in my mind, providing me with a sadness I choose not to word.  It is better to hope it is merely random banter bouncing around within my head.  But what if.... . .  .  .   .