People never really say goodbye, for people never truly leave. Every word that lingered on your lips and danced in our ears, made a home in our minds. This budding seed grew it's roots deeply into our hearts. It's roots are strong, as is the bond you have formed with those that would proudly call you...'friend'.
Every action you created, resulted in a reaction upon those that bore witness to your many well placed speaches, your many humorous anecdotes, and most importantly...the ear you gave to those who's voice needed an outlet.
The foundations you laid in our minds, and our hearts, have over time errected a glorious cathedral. And as long as those memories remain, our hearts will beat in rythm with the sounding of the cathedrals bells. Let that be your guide in trying times, follow the sounds of the bells and it will lead you back to those that call you friend. We will be here...waiting. As our paths will surely cross again. In this world, or the next.
Safe journeys to you Deacon. *salutes*
P.S.
Don't ask me where this came from. And if anyone repeats it they get beaten with a dead fish. That smell don't wash out....*waves dead fish around menacingly*