You know how when someone dies everything should just stop? The world should just stop. We’re stunned with grief. Stop.
Yet the sun shines; people buy groceries or go to work. It’s not right.
My aunt died last week. I went to her funeral on Tuesday. We’re blessed in South Georgia to still have escorted funeral processions as family and friends move from the site of the funeral to the cemetery.
Crisply dressed law enforcement officers stood at attention, wearing white gloves and holding their hats over their hearts. They stopped traffic at each intersection we drove through.
The world stopped.
For just a few minutes.
And it felt right.