I was driving down the main street in my home town, on my way to pick up my grandson from work.  Of course, the light turned red by the time I reached the intersection.  A funeral procession was approaching from the opposite direction, and made a right hand turn at the light.  I was thinking about the departed, and how the long string of cars following the hearse represented the mourners.  That person was loved, I thought.  The traffic light changed and I was on my way again.

I hadn't...


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