Sir, - On Saturday of the August Bank Holiday I came home from America for my mother's funeral. In what was an emotionally devastating weekend my spirit was lifted by an unexpected gesture.
As I walked with my family behind my mother's remains, to the cemetery on the Granard road, a convoy of Cullen's Carnival lorries stopped as we passed. The drivers turned off their engines, blessed themselves and afforded my dead mother respect.
Who these people were I do not know, but their moment's pause will remain with me always. Their simple gesture eased my pain for which I am deeply grateful. I hope they will read this and know that they made a difference to someone that day. - Yours, etc.,
Cathal Tuite, Virginia, USA.