Relatives, Relatives EVERYWHERE--Who KNEW?

So when my dad's sister, Aunt Sue passed away, I came to Raleigh to support him by attending her funeral. And as we were all lining up for the funeral procession following the church ceremony at Millbrook Methodist Church, my uncle Jay--who was at the time, the official commissioner of Harnett County--as he had been for years--asked me, since I was driving a Ford Econoline Conversion van, to please let him proceed me;. He had discomfort/issues with not being able to possess a full field of vision from his windshield and ahead at all times, and my high-rise "ride," would give him anxiety. I was happy to oblige, and found my place in line among the many processional vehicles.

I'll never know exactly what happened, those 25 years ago, as we all slowly proceeded westward on Millbrook toward Glenwood, but at some point, I was mysteriously hit with a sudden misguided wake-up call, when I snapped. I suddenly perceived my uncle's car as a foreign driver, whose sluggish motoring passion was a blatant hindrance to my progress, and recognized a slow, long line in front of him (and me) as a gridlock to be abandoned. So here I was, with my three kids in my ford conversion van-- I deftly jerked the wheel to the left to get out from behind this ignorant slow-poke, and into the all-clear left lane of Millbrook. Suddenly, I felt freer than ever before. I smoothly sailed  past all those cretins who were mentally disconnected enough to remain in that long line, without complaint. I wasn't going to buy into THAT--.

At some point, as I sailed past that long line of virtually immobile vehicles, I began to recognize not one, but one after another--and it soon became clear that every car I was loftily passing was full of relatives of mine. And then, in the same "Twilight Zone" sort of transport, I realized that I'd had some sort of "moment, and as subtly as possible, I slipped back into line. This was never mentioned, but I always knew.