How humbling is the dignity shown by Maureen Greaves.
The Sheffield grandmother was robbed of her husband on Christmas Eve.
Her Alan, a man much-loved by his family and his friends in the community of High Green, should have had many more years to spend growing old with her.
But the 68-year-old church organist was brutally taken from her. He died after being attacked as he made his way to play for midnight mass.
In her shoes, most of us would be railing in pain and grief at the brutal and senseless loss. Our anger would be spilling out unchecked.
Maureen has freely admitted that in private she has cried and cried. But in public, she has been the very picture of composure.
Asked to comment on a new turn of events, she has done so in a calm and dignified manner. And on each occasion, she has taken the opportunity not to let her anger out, but to praise the people who have been helping her through.
She has thanked police, who she said had worked tirelessly to bring two men to court charged with her husband’s murder, and her many supportive friends at church.
In what must be her darkest time, she is thinking of others. She has even thrown open her husband’s February funeral at St Saviour’s Church to everyone.
The grace of Maureen Greaves gives me a much greater understanding of what religious faith imparts to people’s lives. And it makes me think what a lovely man Alan must have been to have had a wife like her.