No Words

Lisa Thomas • September 29, 2021

There are times in life when there are no words.  When the air is heavy and the silence is deafening, even in the midst of the chaos.

There are times in life when the level of grief is beyond description.  When the words do not exist that will convey the depth of the pain.

For many in our communities, that time is now.  And so, instead of leaving you with an “official” blog, filled with real life illustrations and observations . . . or practical yet boring information . . . I need to take this moment and say . . .

There are times in life when there are no words.

Today is one of those times.

 

 

 

 

 

About the author:  Lisa Shackelford Thomas is a fourth generation member of a family that’s been in funeral service since 1926.  She has been employed at Shackelford Funeral Directors in Savannah, Tennessee for over 40 years and currently serves as the manager there.  Any opinions expressed here are hers and hers alone, and may or may not reflect the opinions of other Shackelford family members or staff.

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