Dear Stranger,
I don’t know your name, and you won’t ever know mine. It is likely we never even met.
You were buried today. I know this only because I encountered your funeral procession on my drive in to work.
It started while I was stopped at a red light. I turned off my stereo, rolled down my windows, and observed the peaceful morning silence in your honor.
This lasted for 23 minutes as a line of vehicles crossed through that intersection with flags attached to their antennae, all to celebrate your life. Some faces were reminiscent, some eyes were tearful.
It is evident that you were highly valued and very much loved by the people in your life. I feel it is safe to say you will be missed by many.
I hope someday I have lived such a full life that my funeral procession is 23+ minutes long.
I hope a kind stranger takes the time to observe a moment of silence on a (hopefully) beautiful day and really take in the energy around them.
I thank you, unique individual who unknowingly impacted my life today.
I hope you are resting at ease, knowing that someone is thinking of you fondly.
More graffiti later,
~A
