Over the last week or so, we’ve lost a lot, and I don’t mean to Death, although he was one of the culprits. No, I’m talking about the destruction levied by Mother Nature in all her icy glory. With a sweep of her hand, tens of thousands lost electrical power. Water supplies vanished due to a lack of pressure. Trees that had stood for decades fell before her might, and those that managed to survive often suffered irreparable damage. Buildings collapsed under the weight of her devastation, while people were trapped in their homes, quarantined by the ice that coated the world, making escape unthinkable if not impossible. Businesses were shuttered . . . church services cancelled . . . schools closed. 

Over the last week or so, we’ve lost a lot, but I know we’ve found a few things, too. Like compassion for those who have lost so much. Like the desire to share what we have with those who are without. Like patience with those who are trying to help so many and are most assuredly overwhelmed by the task before them. And strength. Strength to endure.

I’m not going to say I’m always amazed at how our communities come together in moments of tragedy. There was a time when I would have, but over the years I’ve learned we will be here for each other when the need arises. I’ve seen it too many times to ever doubt the hearts and hands of my neighbors and the extent to which they will go to help anyone—even those they’ve never met and will probably never see again. Especially those who cannot and will never be able to return the favor. 

I am proud . . . and humbled . . . and blessed . . . to call this my home.

About the author:  Lisa Shackelford Thomas is a fourth-generation member of a family that’s been in funeral service since 1926 and has worked with Shackelford Funeral Directors in Savannah, Tennessee for over 45 years.  Any opinions expressed here are hers and hers alone and may or may not reflect the opinions of other Shackelford family members or staff.