Twelve years ago today my mother died. She could be rather intense and it was no easy task being her daughter. She was also quite wonderful and courageous. Life was not easy for her, but she met it head on with humor and strength. I am certain I did not appreciate her fully. Both of her sons and a five year old grandaughter preceded her in death – the pain must have been unbearable. After all this time my sister and I still miss her.
What sorrow and grief Our Lady must have felt seeing her son so unjustly condemned. Her presence must have given Him such comfort. She comforts us in our trials of this life.