There are parts of this job which I truly dread.
Monday morning reminded me why.
We were getting Monday's paper to bed yesterday morning when a call came in from one of my sources telling me to get out to Normandy Lake ASAP.
Two people were missing.
More information came in while in route. The rescue squad was putting in at the dam, but not much else was known.
Arriving at the scene revealed a couple of deputies from Coffee County and their rescue squad already out on the waters. Speaking to the officers, they said that it was a father and son missing, but other than that, they knew very little.
A rescue boat was getting ready to head out and I headed down the ramp to get a shot ...
... when a sound that will haunt my dreams filled the air.
The wife and mother of the two victims had just arrived.
Her cry of indescribable anguish hit everyone at the scene like a force of nature. Invoking the Lord's name. Asking why.
There were no answers to be had.
Imagine what she must have been thinking all the way from Rutherford County to the lake: Maybe they're all right. Maybe they just lost their cell phone. They could just be stuck out there. What if... Maybe...
But all of those hopes were crushed when she crested the top of the dam and saw all the emergency personnel.
The grief was so devastating, she had to be practically carried back to her truck.
As the morning wore on, other family members arrived, but so did the grim news. Both souls were gone.
The loss. The hopelessness. The anger. The confusion. This is what the family was going through before us.
And there wasn't anything that could be done to help them.
The family soon left to identify the remains. All that was left to do was to report what happened.
But sometime, just giving the facts aren't enough.
A family has had its heart torn out of it.
Please think of them and pray as you go about the day.