Show respect, pull over for processions
We have always been a nation of traditions. The one I am talking about today is the tradition of respect.
In the late 1960s, I attended my grandmother’s funeral, my first one. On the way to the cemetery, I noticed everyone going the opposite way had pulled over and stopped. Now, being young, I didn’t know if this was the law or whether they were doing this out of respect. They couldn’t possibly know who that was.
Fast-forward 40-some years. Three years ago, a friend died; last Memorial Day, Mom died; a month later, her sister died; in December, her brother died; and Friday, April 25, my beautiful sister-in-law, Tammy J. Paul, died.
The day of Tammy’s viewing there were hundreds of people who came to show their support. A line of friends and family that lasted four hours. That is respect.
The day of the funeral more than 40 cars were in the procession that went from Ellers to Albright Cemetery. This is where the respect part comes in.
How pathetic is your life that you can’t tear yourself away from your beloved cellphone? I’m sure that whatever you were engaged in was far more important than the life that justed passed you by. It doesn’t take much effort to pull over. To the individual who was driving the large, flatbed truck with the propane tank on the back, if your truck hadn’t been so filthy I could have seen your business name. I would not be doing business with you in the future.
Two things in life are guaranteed: death and taxes. And just remember this: One day you will be in the lead car of a funeral procession, and let’s see how your family feels when the last memories of your life are disrespected because someone was just too busy to pull over and care.