I just got home from a funeral. My sister-in-law’s mother passed away this weekend and, given that our families have socialized since she and my baby brother were in school, I couldn’t not say goodbye.
First I would like to say that if people remember me half as fondly as they remembered Margaret today, I will have lived a good life, and that’s all any of us can hope for.
Second…the first time I ever saw this was in Tennessee, on the way to the cemetery for my dad’s funeral. Vehicles in the oncoming traffic lane would pull over and wait until everyone in the procession had passed. It was their way, I was told, of showing respect to the deceased and his or her loved ones. What it was was more touching than I can ever express, and it made me cry then.
Now that more people in Michigan are adopting this practice, it chokes me up every time I see it, whether I know the person or not. Today, there were even vehicles pulling over to the shoulder on the highway.
I wish we could see more things like this…showing people, even strangers, that they matter. It’s kind of an old fashioned concept, but maybe it’s time for old fashioned to come back into style. And not just during funerals.
So long, Margaret. I’m going to miss your chocolate Rice Krispy things at the pig roasts.