My kindergartener came home with what is perhaps one of the most adorable crafts ever: A paper “tilma” like the one in the story of Our Lady of Guadalupe.
I loved it not just for its cuteness, but for the fact that it reminds me of my dear friend Mary: one of Our Lady’s biggest fans.
Today is the feast day of Our Lady of G. It is also the third anniversary of Mary’s death. I miss her so much; at random moments a huge wave of Mary-nostalgia will wash over me, and the fact that she died so young feels so cruel and awful.
But thinking of the significance of December 12th always helps. When you are forty-seven, no day is a good day to die, but there is such comfort in thinking about how it was on this very special feast day that Our Lady wrapped her starry cloak around our Mary and took her home.
So I smile at Luke’s little paper tilma, and I can feel Mary smiling at it too. And I’m grateful for the chance to pause and remember two beautiful women on one sad, beautiful day.