Honk for funerals

One of my first days on the job at York Funeral Home, I was outside the front of a church on Union Street welcoming guests and holding the door.  I spot Dad approaching in his truck.  He is smiling at me and waving and then gives a couple toots of the horn as he drives by. There was more concern about it then compared to how I would react now.  However, at the supper table later, we did laugh about it. I felt very supported by him.