Beyond Understanding

Lisa Thomas • January 18, 2018

 

 

In the early hours of Sunday morning, the unthinkable . . . the unimaginable … happened and a family of four lost their lives.  Their deaths have devastated our community and brought that same community together as nothing else can.  A loss this great defies comprehension, but those who can are lifting up the families of this family in every way possible, through emotional support, financial assistance, and perhaps the greatest measure of all, through prayer.

There is no way to understand such loss or to be accepting of it without questioning why it happened—not the actual circumstances that led to the event, but the reason why bad things happen to good people.  And there is absolutely no way to begin to understand what these families must be facing and feeling at this moment.  There are some things that would seem to be beyond human endurance and surely, surely such a loss would be at the top of that list.

Through social media word of this tragedy spread quickly, and just as quickly people reached out to help, a response generated by their own grief.  Whether you knew anyone involved or not, you could not help but be deeply touched by the horror of what had happened, and deeply saddened as you looked at the faces and heard the stories of those who died.

As terrible as the loss is for their families and as great as their needs are now for comfort, support, and some measure of understanding, there are others who are also suffering, though not nearly to the extent of these family members and friends who are devastated beyond words.  I’m referring to the firefighters who arrived as quickly as possible, believing they were coming to save lives and property, only to realize they could do neither.  I’m thinking of the first responders who rushed to the scene, intent upon rendering any aid they could, only to stand and hopelessly, helplessly watch—and the investigators who are now working to provide answers for the grieving families.  And yes, I’m thinking of the funeral directors and other staff members who, in the coming days, will do everything in their power to support and guide these families, knowing all along it is not, and never will be, enough.

In the midst of so great a loss it is easy to overlook others who are also suffering.  At this moment there are other families who have lost people precious to them, under circumstances that are not natural, but whose losses are overshadowed by that Sunday morning tragedy.  They also deserve and need our comfort and compassion and we as a community must not forget their grief.

If you are a praying person, then I ask that you do just that, lifting up all of these families and those who serve them at every opportunity.  And if prayer is not your chosen avenue of support then please keep them close in your thoughts.  And no matter what kind of person you may be, hold your children tighter, tell those around you that you love them—and remember, you never know.  You just never know.

By Lisa Thomas May 15, 2025
My maternal grandmother was a fiercely independent soul, having been born and raised on a farm in the New Hope community of rural Hardin County, Tennessee. She made up for her lack of travel experiences by marrying my grandfather who worked for TVA during their years of dam construction across the southern United States.
By Lisa Thomas May 8, 2025
It was late one Saturday afternoon when the guests gathered beneath the boughs of an ancient oak. They had come to celebrate the beginning of a life together for two young people they all knew and loved, but before the ceremony began with the official seating of the grandparents and parents of the bride and groom, a woman walked down the aisle, carrying sunflowers which she gently laid in a chair at the front.
By Lisa Thomas May 1, 2025
The crowd was tremendous, numbering in the tens of thousands, and all willing to wait the almost eight hours it could take to reach their destination. And the vast majority of them came armed with cell phones and the occasional selfie stick.
By Lisa Thomas April 23, 2025
As a child I always had a love-hate relationship with Easter. I loved the egg hunts we had at school, walking to a nearby classmate’s home and searching for the elusive eggs scattered about the yard. I wasn’t crazy about being required to dress up for the church service—mainly because I wasn’t crazy about being required to dress up for much of anything.
By Lisa Thomas April 17, 2025
When a family comes to the funeral home to make arrangements for someone they have loved and lost, they come bearing much more than clothes and a picture for the memorial folder. They just don’t always realize it.
By Lisa Thomas April 9, 2025
If you were allowed to live a normal, rough-and-tumble childhood, then you probably have the scars to show for your adventures. I know I do.
By Lisa Thomas April 3, 2025
It was one of those nights when his daddy had to work late, and our youngest grandchild Malcolm was upset because he wouldn’t be home for their normal bedtime routine.
By Lisa Thomas March 27, 2025
Nick and Christina married on July 4th and every year thereafter celebrated with a big cake covered in sparklers. Nick owned a Greek restaurant and the cook there knew that each July 4th, that cake was not only expected but greatly anticipated. So, it concerned Christina when her husband began asking about the cake more than a month away from their anniversary . . .
By Lisa Thomas March 19, 2025
As best we can tell, she adopted us in December of 2022. Not that we minded. We were coming off of two very difficult years and this little furball proved to be the bright spot we needed.
By Lisa Thomas March 12, 2025
Some important things to know about James Christopher Harrison: 1. He was known as the Man with the Golden Arm. 2. He saved the lives of over two million infants. 3. He was afraid of needles but . . . 4. He donated blood and/or plasma 1,173 times in his 88 years of life. 5. That life ended on February 17, 2025.
More Posts