My dog, Max, and I greet George, his daughter and son-in-law. In the crowded room, I think I forget to say hello to his caregiver.
We arrive in time to join in singing a few Christmas carols, hear a sister and brother violin duet, and talk with one of his neighbors.
After about 20 minutes, before the Christmas cookies, I move right up to George and say, "I am going to go visit some more folks now. Merry Christmas. Goodbye."
I wait for his response. It only takes a few moments before he replies, "Thank you for coming," and a little more but I cannot make it out.
Whatever he said reminds me of my promise to bring the Eucharist to him once a month. I try to do this around the 15th and I haven't brought it yet, this December.
So I say, "I want to bring the Eucharist to you, again. I will try to do it on Sunday. Do you think that will work?"
He responds in the affirmative. Then he surprises me saying, "God bless you. Depart in peace."
I am grateful for his blessing and especially touched by the instruction to leave his home in peace.