The joys of seeing friends this week is slowly morphing into the sorrow of saying goodbye to those same friends.
As much as I love my life in Texas, and as much as I believe I am, overall, in the right place, it still hurts to say goodbye and not know when our next meeting time will be. Maybe months, maybe a year, maybe more than a year. There’s really no telling.
So I say goodbye, and my heart hurts, and I trust that there will, one day, be another day for gathering.