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A Mother’s Undue Grief 
	
There  is  a  duty  of  strict  Justice  which  regards  children: ¨They  are  obliged  to  pray  for  their  deceased  parents. Reciprocally  in  their  turn,  parents  are  bound  by  natural right  not  to  forget  before  God  those  of  their  children  who have  preceded  them  into  eternity.  Alas!  There  are  parents who  are  inconsolable  at  the  loss  of  a  son  or  of  a  dearly beloved  daughter,  and  who,  instead  of  praying  for  them, bestow  upon  them  nothing  but  a  few fruitless tears.
  
Thomas  of  Cantimpre  relates  on  this  subject an  incident  that happened  in  his  own  family. 
The grandmother of Thomas had lost a son in whom she had centered her fondest hopes. Day and night she wept for him and refused all consolation. In the excess of her grief she forgot the great duty of Christian love, and did not think of praying for that soul so dear to her.
The unfortunate object of this barren tenderness languished amid the flames of Purgatory, receiving no alleviation in his sufferings. Finally, God took pity on him. One day, while plunged in the depths of her grief, this woman had a miraculous vision.
	
She saw on a beautiful road a procession of young men, as graceful as Angels, advancing full of joy towards a magnificent city. She understood that they were souls from Purgatory making their triumphal entry into Heaven.
She looked eagerly to see if among their ranks she could not discover her son. Alas! The child was not there. But then she perceived him approaching far behind the others, sad, suffering and fatigued, his garments soiled and drenched with water.
"Oh, dear object of my grief," she cried out to him, "how is it that you remain behind that brilliant band? I should wish to see you at the head of your companions."
"Mother,"  replied  the  child  in  a  plaintive  tone,  "it  is you at fault. It  is  these  tears  which  you  shed  over  me  that  moisten and  soil  my  garments,  and  retard  my  entrance  into  the glory  of  Heaven.  Cease  to  abandon  yourself  to  a  blind and  useless  grief.  Open  your  heart  to  more  Christian sentiments.  
"If you truly love me, relieve me in my sufferings. Apply some indulgences to me, say prayers, give alms, obtain for me the fruits of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. It is by this means that you will prove your love, for by so doing you will deliver me from prison where I languish, and bring me forth to eternal life, which is far more desirable than the terrestrial life which you have given me."
Then the vision disappeared, and that mother, thus admonished and brought back to true Christian sentiments, instead of giving way to immoderate grief, applied to the practice of every good work that could give relief to the soul of her son.
 

 
		
The mother would not cease weeping
 & mourning the loss of her son
The grandmother of Thomas had lost a son in whom she had centered her fondest hopes. Day and night she wept for him and refused all consolation. In the excess of her grief she forgot the great duty of Christian love, and did not think of praying for that soul so dear to her.
The unfortunate object of this barren tenderness languished amid the flames of Purgatory, receiving no alleviation in his sufferings. Finally, God took pity on him. One day, while plunged in the depths of her grief, this woman had a miraculous vision.
She saw on a beautiful road a procession of young men, as graceful as Angels, advancing full of joy towards a magnificent city. She understood that they were souls from Purgatory making their triumphal entry into Heaven.
She looked eagerly to see if among their ranks she could not discover her son. Alas! The child was not there. But then she perceived him approaching far behind the others, sad, suffering and fatigued, his garments soiled and drenched with water.
"Oh, dear object of my grief," she cried out to him, "how is it that you remain behind that brilliant band? I should wish to see you at the head of your companions."
The youth beseeched his mother: 
‘Cease your weeping & offer prayers & Masses’
"If you truly love me, relieve me in my sufferings. Apply some indulgences to me, say prayers, give alms, obtain for me the fruits of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. It is by this means that you will prove your love, for by so doing you will deliver me from prison where I languish, and bring me forth to eternal life, which is far more desirable than the terrestrial life which you have given me."
Then the vision disappeared, and that mother, thus admonished and brought back to true Christian sentiments, instead of giving way to immoderate grief, applied to the practice of every good work that could give relief to the soul of her son.
Purgatory Illustrated by the Lives and Legends  of the Saints,
London: Benzinger Bros., 1893, chap 42, pp 239-240
Posted November 25, 2023
London: Benzinger Bros., 1893, chap 42, pp 239-240
Posted November 25, 2023













