A mothers love is unlike any other love - and it can be difficult to explain - when she saw a spear pierce her sons lifeless side, how could her heart not be pierced too. The intensity of her love, like many mothers, is beyond measure.
Today, I think of my own grandmother, Jane, for today is her 87th birthday. My grandmother has lived, as she says, "a hard but rewarding life." Her motherhood is something that I cannot explain for she just is a loving example that even in our darkest hours, we all must turn to the Lord for his help and protection. About fifteen years ago her son, my uncle died of cancer. The whole extended family watched as a woman saw her son die before her very eyes and there was nothing she could do to help him. I know she pardon with God asking to spare his and take hers, because what mother wants to watch her own child be buried before her-own. A few years later, again, the family mourned for the sudden loss of my cousin, and I remember my grandmother going up to the casket with tears streaming down her face, grabbing his lifeless hand and saying, "I will always love you." All of this is counter to what we expect in our own life, the parent is suppose to pass-away before the child. I asked my Grandmother one time, "what has gotten you through your struggles" and she recited the quote that we, as seminarians love reading, from the Gospel of John, "Woman, behold, your Son!" and to the disciple whom he loved, "Behold, your Mother!" And she reflected on what Mary went through at the foot of the cross and that her sorrow must be greater than her-own.
Our Lady of Sorrows, Pray for us!