Funny thing to say — “I’m back in my seat!”
For the last six days I’ve been involved in my father’s 90th celebration. Getting ready, experiencing and winding down.
So today I was back to my office. A few calls asked how I was, and I replied that I was back in my seat. Each time the appropriateness was there — I talk sitting down! And each time I was reminded that the seat holds certain responsibilities.
First was a call telling us that one of our seniors is dying. I had visited him earlier last week and there were some indications of his weakness. But he had been in and out of hospital on other occasions that were much the same. This time he will not come out. The reality of death and the need for someone to share it is welcomed by the family. So my wife and I headed off to the hospital.
Another few calls were to check up on others whose health is not great. They seem to be in good spirits although their bodies are withering away.
A call to Prince Albert to work on a possible work group. A call to someone to play piano. Other calls followed. Each from my seat.
How does it feel? Good to get things going again. At the same time there is much to do.
“All good!” as one of my friends would say.