After my son died unexpectedly, I found that when you cry in public, people either give you a wide berth or they're drawn to you. One afternoon, I went to Old St. Mary's church in Greektown and sobbed in front of their Pietà statue (Mary with her dead son across her lap). On my way out of the church, a little woman in a red suit intercepted me and told me that Mary told her that I needed a hug - and as it turns out, I really did. I told her about my son and she hugged me. Thank you little red-suited lady for your kindness.