Mary doesn't even notice. She is so locked into her grief, not even God's ministering angels can reach her . We might think Mary exceedingly dense, slow to catch on, a real dullard. It is almost comical, and we might laugh if Mary weren't so much a picture of ourselves. I am not saying we should deny or rush through our griefs.
Honest grief is a part of our healing in a time of loss.
But the turning time comes, when we must move forward, trust God to restore what we have lost. Too often we continue weeping over our past and stay locked in a place where God has already opened the doors to new and better possibilities. Mary turns, not realizing she is turning from despair to hope, from past to future. Someone is there. It is Jesus, planter and keeper of the new garden of Eden, of the new creation where every tomb is empty and every door open.