A friend new to our area was a few minutes late to lunch and told us how she was stuck in traffic that had stopped for a funeral procession. She asked if this was a local law or just another Southern quirk she didn’t understand.
The lunching ladies tried to explain the custom, but found it difficult to put into words exactly why we pull over for those headed to their final resting place. It’s kind of like trying to explain why we give our children four names and use every one of them when we stand on the porch and call them. It’s just what we do. And you don’t want to encounter the scowling faces of other drivers as you zip past the procession. No matter how old you are, your mother will hear about it by the end of the day.
When someone you love dies, your whole world stops. You think nothing will ever be the same and find it difficult to see other people still going about their everyday lives. Your heart seems to stop, your smile fades and it’s hard to even draw a breath without actual physical pain. When strangers stop their cars, and allow you to pass, it offers kindness to one of the saddest days of your life. You know others are acknowledging your grief and feel like they are reaching out to give your hand a squeeze. It’s common decency at its finest.
I’m sure the tradition of pulling over began in . . . Click HERE to finish reading the story at AL.com