Years ago, I cared for a patient in the hospital who had sustained a major cardiac event and lost consciousness for a long time. He required a complex level of care and constant support.
Every single day, without fail, after 3 p.m., his mother would arrive from work. You could set your watch by her visits, whether rain or shine, she would be there. I often witnessed her changing his colostomy bag. No matter the stench or discomfort, she never flinched, never made a face. Her quiet strength was a lesson in devotion.
One day, in conversation, she told me that her son had been born in that same hospital, around 3 p.m. The timing struck me deeply. From the moment she first carried him in her womb until that very hour, her love had never wavered. That, I realized, is what true love looks like, constant, unconditional, and unshaken by suffering.
Today, the Church celebrates the Feast of Our Lady of Sorrows. We are invited to remember Mary’s pain as she journeyed from the joy of giving birth to the Savior of the world to the agony of watching Him crucified as a criminal. Imagine a mother standing helplessly as her child suffers and dies before her eyes. No words can capture the depth of such sorrow.
Witnessing the love of that mother for her son made me reflect on Mary’s own steadfast love. It helps us better understand and empathize with all mothers who suffer for their children. To see a mother’s heart in pain is to glimpse something sacred.
God bless you, my friends.
I love you, Mother.
Pal Ronnie
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