My daughter Karin’s funeral procession, nine years ago, brings a smile every time I think about it.
The line of cars from the church to the cemetery extended out of sight. With such a large cortege, the Cary, NC police escort the processional to the cemetery. Two police cars rapidly passed the line of funeral cars to race to the next intersection where they set up their cars blocking all traffic allowing the mourners to continue their route together. After the last funeral car passed, they rushed back to their vehicles, raced past the funeral procession to the next intersection to assist the easy passage of the cortege. Eight to ten large intersections needed to be barred along the route of Cary Parkway, High House Rd., and Route 54, from the church to the cemetery in order to keep the funeral procession connected and safe. We, in the family car, quipped with each other, “Karin would have loved this treatment!” “The world is stopping for her to pass by.” It makes me smile every time I think of her funeral procession.
About a month after her funeral, I had a dream of Karin. She asked why I had not ordered a WHITE hearse for her! Of course, Karin would not have wanted a black hearse! She had graduated to heaven. Her hearse should have been white. Mom failed her.