Statistically women live longer than men, and that may be the reason why we see so many statues of women weeping at the graveside. As expected, the pose is symbolic of mourning, loneliness and sorrow.
The posture of a weeping woman also recalls the Greek myth of Niobe who wept endlessly for her 14 children slain in revenge for an insult. When she pleaded with the Gods to end her pain they turned her to stone.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares. Henri Nouwen – 1932 – 1996
The fairest flower that nature shews,
Sustains the sharpest doom,
His life was like a morning rose
That withers in its bloom.
Weep not mother for John is at rest
His sins forgot and in Heaven blest.
My time is short: the longer my rest
God called me heare because he thought it best
So weep not; drie up your tears
Heare must i lie till Christ Apears. 1802
Weep not for me I go to my Father where I will meet you all again. 1877
Father thou art gone to rest
We will not weep for thee
For thou are now where oft on earth
Thy spirit longed to be.- 1888