So, in our little hometown Baptist Church, the Hallelujah Chorus started playing. I was a little guy, and I saw my mother stand up. Only her, and for the longest time, which kind of made me feel everyone was staring at her, then an older boy stood up, who is now a pastor of a large church. Eventually, the whole church followed suit. Later in life I realized that my mother was a woman of strong conviction and strength and that is was characteristic of her to do what she thought was right regardless of what was going on around her.
Your mother was a woman of strong conviction. I always think of Luke 9:26 when I hear stories like yours.