I passed by the local mortuary today. The parking lot was full. I line of darkly clad figures snaked out of the door and extended down the sidewalk. I’ve been to this funeral home and stood in a line this long once before. I know how the line first curves around inside the building before it reaches the door. Only a very long line makes it out the door.
I did not know the person who had passed away. I did not know who he or she had left behind. But my heart felt heavy at the thought of those who mourned today. I hoped they felt some comfort in the number of people who had come to grieve with them. And, most of all, I hoped the person whose death had gathered so many people here had known this level of care when he or she was still alive.