When Jesus saw His mother and the disciple whom He loved standing nearby, He said to His mother, “Woman, here is your son.” Then He said to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” So from that hour, this disciple took her into his home.
Someone may still need their tea at six, even on the evenings when grief has barely let you stand. It could be a child, a parent whose tablets need sorting, or a friend who keeps ringing because they are lonely too. The things that need doing get done somehow, and afterwards you might sit for a minute at the kitchen table feeling hollow.