A highway usally filled with bumper to bumper traffic looked like a desolate parking lot. I was far enough ahead that I could be reminded of the reason we are together this day. We are being led by a hearse carrying a police officer to his finall resting place. But what we sometimes forget is the next group of cars in the procession. Everyday cars like the ones like my parents drive and my aunts and uncles ,grandparents , brothers and sisters.
Helicopters fly over head from the local TV crews.
Good shock ratings don't you know. What seems like an eternity passes before we finally arrive. We all exit our cars and form line after line of clean pressed uniforms. Some of us have never meet this brother we've come to pay final tribute to. The light rain continues to fall as it seems the heavens share our sorrow this sad day.