When my grandfather died, he was buried in a small country cemetery in rural Ohio. His long funeral procession wended its way down two-lane roads on its path from the church.
That was almost 40 years ago but I can still remember how other motorists pulled over to let us pass. Even today, recalling that show of respect can make me tear up.
The small town where I live, which is much longer than it is wide, hugs the coast of a large bay. The main street that runs east to west is six-lanes plus a center turn lane, certainly wider that most other towns the same size.
The other day while running errands, cars moving in both directions were stopping. Not pulling over for emergency vehicles, but stopping in the middle of the street, across all six lanes.
A funeral procession was moving through town.
You don’t always see that gesture any more. People are in too much of a hurry, or they may not even recognize that a line of cars (most likely with their headlights on) is a funeral procession.
But, that day, for so many other motorists to come to a halt, to pay last respects to someone they didn’t even know, was very poignant.
We need more of that as a nation – respect for our fellow-man… just because it is the right thing to do.
“We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.” ~ Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
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