Tugging at those heart-strings...
In the last week, I have attended two funerals. At each one there was a special something that someone (or a group of somebodies) did that tugged at my heart-strings. Each one was a sign of respect for the family who was grieving the loss of that special person that was called home to the sweet by and by. They were not costly but were just priceless gestures.
A special group that I belong to, the Dallas Bead Society, sent a beautiful plant to my PawPaw's service and my family was moved by the love that was apparent amongst these people they had never met. Not only did it comfort them to know someone cared about my 92 year old grandfather's passing but it also showed them that I have found a loving place in this world. My PawPaw left behind many decendants with only one having preceeded him in death and that baby never took his first breath. A heritage of health, prosperity, and faithfullness was left by W.T Geron, Sr.
Today, I attended the services for my husband's Aunt Jane. I didn't know her well but I knew that she was close to my mother-in-law. I didn't have an emotional reaction to the obligation to attend, but I had the most moving experience that, again tugged at my heart-strings on the way to the cemetary. It began with the police escort, placing a greater importance of this event over the casual flow of traffic. But let me tell you, the thing that got me was that people not only pulled to the side of the road but they stopped completely. Time after time, on coming vehicles pulled off to the side of the road and waited till the entire line of cars passed. It choked me up. Even on the highway,people slowed from 60 to nothing and pulled off the highway into the grass or onto the shoulder.
Now I don't know if this happens where you are from or even if it is a law in your state, but it is the most beautiful bit of humanity I have ever seen. The little gestures we extend to those people who just need a little light just beats the stuffing out of despair.
A special group that I belong to, the Dallas Bead Society, sent a beautiful plant to my PawPaw's service and my family was moved by the love that was apparent amongst these people they had never met. Not only did it comfort them to know someone cared about my 92 year old grandfather's passing but it also showed them that I have found a loving place in this world. My PawPaw left behind many decendants with only one having preceeded him in death and that baby never took his first breath. A heritage of health, prosperity, and faithfullness was left by W.T Geron, Sr.
Today, I attended the services for my husband's Aunt Jane. I didn't know her well but I knew that she was close to my mother-in-law. I didn't have an emotional reaction to the obligation to attend, but I had the most moving experience that, again tugged at my heart-strings on the way to the cemetary. It began with the police escort, placing a greater importance of this event over the casual flow of traffic. But let me tell you, the thing that got me was that people not only pulled to the side of the road but they stopped completely. Time after time, on coming vehicles pulled off to the side of the road and waited till the entire line of cars passed. It choked me up. Even on the highway,people slowed from 60 to nothing and pulled off the highway into the grass or onto the shoulder.
Now I don't know if this happens where you are from or even if it is a law in your state, but it is the most beautiful bit of humanity I have ever seen. The little gestures we extend to those people who just need a little light just beats the stuffing out of despair.
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I'm really sorry for your loss.