It's over with.  Two weeks.  Fourteen men.  Multiple impromptu concerts in the library.  Hand washing done at random times out back.  Men lined up to iron prior to going to their class.  Opening and closing the gate over and over again in the morning and again in the late afternoon right up to bedtime.  Late night laughter.  Early morning radios playing multiple stations.  Fourteen men sharing three showers.  Muddy shoes traipsing all through Shiloh.  Sweeping, moping daily.  Bathrooms cleaned every other day.  All those sheets changed after one week.  And now washing sheets and towels for the final time.  Listened to many sincere words of appreciation.  Nearly everyone wants to come back again and bring their wives.  And suddenly it's over.  Shiloh is strangely quiet.  But not empty.  Quickly cleaned three rooms.  Other people arriving for weekend individual retreats.  We say a lot of "Good-byes" here at Shiloh.  And lots of "Hello's" too.  We carry these people in our hearts forever.  And someday, someday soon, we'll be in Glory.  No more "Good-byes".  Together for all eternity.  Can hardly wait.