In the last years of his life, I would take father to church with me. By then he was having trouble seeing, walking was difficult and a number of strokes had damaged his speech. Due hospital stays he was often missing on Sunday mornings for weeks at a time. The times he was in church the most common greeting he received was, “Bill, good to see you!”
To which he’d always reply with a sincere, “It’s good to be seen.”
I still use the line myself.
More wisdom next week,