Monday, March 10, 2008

All The Flags Are Flying Half Mast

I happened to be in town today during the return procession for the two firemen who died in the fire on Friday. When we realized what was happening, we found a place to park near the firehouse and went to stand on the sidewalk to watch as it passed. There was a large crowd of people quietly, respectfully waiting. Old and young, business people, street people, store employees, parents with small children. I didn't expect to cry, but I did. The sense of grief and loss on the faces of the men and women who escorted the bodies was profound, heartbreaking. Such a sad, sad time.

1 comment:

Laurie Schnebly Campbell said...

Cheryl, what a treat to come across this blog -- I'm so glad to get in near the beginning, while all your posts are visible on one page. Looking forward to more!

Laurie, impressed with the pictures