The Cortege

When my mother-in-law died at the age of 78, the funeral took place in Pensacola, FL. She was not a well-known person in the community as she had accomplished only things in her lifetime which tend to generate little notice–being married to one man, raising five children, providing loving encouragement to 14 grandchildren. As the funeral procession headed to Barrancas cemetery, “Granny” had about 100 mourners in the cortege headed by a police escort. I was riding in a car with my daughter who was grief-stricken by the death of her grandmother. Looking out the window, she observed cars pulling over and stopping to pay tribute to this woman whom they did not know. My daughter told me that she wanted to jump out of the car and thank these motorists for their consideration and “tribute” to “Granny.” I have never seen a repeat of that ritual again. I guess we have become too busy and too cosmopolitan to slow down in tribute to a life lived ordinarily.


About bobosbest

I am an 80-year-old retired English teacher whose writing goals are fulfilled by publishing these blogs. I have a wonderful married partner, Dimitris Tsitsiras, who is from Greece. Life is good and still an adventure.
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One Response to The Cortege

  1. Tom says:

    Very well said!

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