I am learning all kinds of new things since I have moved down South…
I was recently exposed to a Southern tradition that I
haven’t seen in New York and wanted to share with y’all here. This was such a blessing and some of you
might already know about what I am about to share, however it needs repeating. Grab a cup of your favorite hot beverage and
join me for a moment…
I was on my way to my father’s house for a visit with the
puppies. They were sitting in the back
seat of the car waiting anxiously for a visit with Grandpa and Grandma. (And
the treats of course…) As I was driving
down the road, I noticed something unusual.
Everyone stopped on both sides of the road. At first, I thought it was a school bus, but
it was Saturday and no buses were in sight.
I looked up and down the road for a possible accident. Sometimes up north when there was an accident,
people would take notice and sometimes notes as they drove by.
What I experienced was not what I expected. Instead of an accident, or a bus, I saw two
police cars driving slowly down the other side of the road leading the
group.
It was a funeral.
Time had stopped on both sides of the road.
Four lanes and a turning lane all stopped.
Respect was shown for someone who had passed, and their
family.
I sat in my car and just watched as the cars drove past on
the other side of the road. It was a
hallowed moment as everyone paid their respects to the family. I said a prayer for the family as I sat in my
car. My heart went out to the family,
and I felt a connection I haven’t felt before. I had watched funerals pass by me
for years up north. However, I had never
experienced this and my feelings were overwhelming.
When the cars in line had passed, traffic resumed like it was
a normal afternoon. I put my car back in
drive and continued on my way to my father's house, but a little quieter.
Later that week, I shared my experience with some ladies at
church. They said it was not just a Florida
custom, but a ‘Southern’ one.
They also mentioned we were near the Naval base, and when a soldier was
laid to rest, often other military men and women would exit their vehicles and
salute while the cars drove by.
Wow… what a blessing to that family.
What a blessing to those around them to experience this
moment.
I was blessed that day to be a part of their moment, and I
had to share this with you. I pray you
are able to experience this if you haven’t… and if you are…
please pause, and pray… The moment is worth it…
They need you today, more than you need to get where
you are going.
Love you!
