Today the sun doesn’t shine as brightly. The hummingbirds around my feeders are few. The simple joy of life has been silenced; even though the cicada’s are noisy, there seems to be a strange absence of the cheerful song of birds. Indeed, the world seems to know there is mourning in the air and a devastating silence has fallen on our town.
It’s difficult to make sense of tragedy. Those of us left, who have been touched by the lives of the ones who are no longer with us spend countless hours trying to make sense of the events. We search for answers, even though there simply may not be any. I think we speculate because we are desperately trying to avoid the same fate. To take a road that is different, to learn from others. After all, how can we not look at any given tragedy and keep from traveling down the trail that questions how someone else ended up there? I think it is human nature, because we recognize how fragile life is and how easy it is to end up in the same place.
Our community lost a family on Tuesday in a brutal way. A mother and three children, reported as a murder/suicide. A family who touched so many lives with their kind and gentle nature. It is difficult to wrap your head around when we hear things like this. One of the kids was a classmate of Bugs for nine years. The catholic school they attended came together last night in the most beautiful way to support each other. I am grateful to have forged this relationship with this community and find that even after leaving for high school, we are all still there for one another.
I can’t begin to imagine the pain the remaining family members must feel. I wonder what God’s purpose is in all of this. The oldest son was quiet and well liked at school. Social media has played a part in disseminating information (my son found out at school from a classmate, as did many other of the classmates) as well as documenting their family life on FB, something that has only served to create more confusion. Happiness seemed to be the order of the day from the snapshots observed. We’ve become a society that is very adept at hiding and stuffing our feelings. The clues that something is wrong are harder to detect. Until it becomes quite clear that all is not well. And then, it is sometimes too late.
Seneca (1st c. AD), “Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi” which translates to, “the deepest rivers flow with the least sound”. May you find Peace and Solace in Gods arms in the Heavens above. Your joy and light will be missed by many.