I had seen the various mothers in my life cry many times, but it wasn’t until I went to make funeral arrangements with my mother-in-law that I glimpsed a portion of the tears Mary must have shed during her lifetime, especially during Our Lord’s passion and death. My mother-in-law was making arrangements for the third time, for the third grandson. She had been through this two other times. She was calm, and though there were tears, it was the funeral director who received comfort from her, as she assured him that it was better, that somehow this was a blessing, that we would all understand it more once time had passed.
The rest of my column this week, on Our Lady of Tears, is up over at Today’s Catholic Woman.
