Although it has been only a week and I am still mourning the loss of my father, I keep reflecting on my family's farewell to my dad, who was a retired Buffalo firefighter. With all the memories of his wake, Funeral Mass and our releasing of beautiful doves at the cemetery, the one that stands out in my mind is the drive to the cemetery.
As we slowly followed the hearse along Route 5, I noticed city workers with all their loud mechanical tools busy at work. But as the hearse approached, all the workers stopped, took off their hard hats and placed them upon their hearts. Oh my, what a feeling of respect and love we all felt. I salute our city workers. Yes, we still are the City of Good Neighbors.