 She's crying. And in the same way, he's waiting for us. He is waiting for us. He's always there. He's always waiting for us. And we think he's not. And I just think, what is wrong with me that I forget that he's waiting for me all the time? But he is. He's always waiting for me to come to him. Therefore, when Mary came to where Jesus was, she saw him and she fell at his feet, saying to him, Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.