It has been a very long week, 6 house guests plus my family of four.
Monday was the funeral procession to the graveside. We were on a 4 lane highway with a median in the center. As we drove along, with our funeral flags on the cars, and the hearse leading the trail of 50+ cars what I saw welled me up with pride.
Every car on either side of the highway pulled over, and not just for the hearse, for the entire procession. Men working outside stopped and took off their hats. The entire world froze with respect to the deceased and I had never been more proud to live here.
The guests are gone, the air matress deflated, and sheets are in the wash. Time froze if only for a moment, but now life goes on...