My broken Lady!

Tonight , while having our family own "Happy Hour", I experience a deep sadness. On our mantle, I had my precious statue of Our Lady of Charity, parton of Cuba where my family is from. A dear friend that used to live in the states , organized with other friends to buy me this beautiful statue of Our Lady of Charity from leaflet missal, for my birthday, 4 years ago. It was perfect because its very hard to find a beautiful statue of Our Lady of Charity.

As we were sitting there, enjoying each other company, Our Lady tipped over by a fallen decorative on the wall, She fell and was broken into unfix able pieces. Oh.. my heart hurt .. I know some might see it as "its just a statue" but to me, She brought me closeness to my family that is far away, She always seem to bring me home in moments that I missed home very much and She was a center of our own home on the mantle surrounded by the pictures of the children. Oh.. how I cried. Its a beauty in our Beautiful Church how God has given us beautiful images and statues of Our Beloved Mother and Our Lord, to feel that closeness, to feel that love, to see Her and know that She is there and She is my mother...