Meeting a new friend....134 years later.
My husband and I are in Minnesota taking care of family business and are staying at a particular hotel here. Everyday as we venture out to our duties, we pass a beautiful, yet small cemetery. The Mound Cemetery of Brooklyn Center.
*side note* Someone should really document the cemetery. I would if I was staying here for more than a few days.
Every time we have passed this cemetery these passed few days, I have said to my hubs, "We need to stop there before we leave." I am a total cemetery junkie, so he was not surprised.
On the way home today, he said, "Let's pull in! Do you want to?" ....OF COURSE! So, we pulled in and I looked out my window. The first headstone I saw said, "We loved her". I was so struck by this. As we slowly meandered through with our windows down, the phrase "We loved her" pulsated in my head. I finally said, as we were preparing to leave,
"I am being haunted by a headstone and I NEED to go back!"
"Where did you see it?" he asked.
"Just back at the beginning" I said.
Since the beginning is a one way entrance, my sweet hubby, without hesitation backed up down the street so I could get back to this headstone. He was unable to fully back up without backing into the road, so I hopped out.
The feeling was heavy, but peaceful and I went right to the stone. Sarah it said.
"Hello Sarah" I said. "I am so glad to meet you."
Tears formed in my eyes and started to fall on my cheeks. I read on...
Sarah was my age when she died....100 years before I was born.
My husband saw me standing there with my hand on her marker as I was having a private conversation with her and he parked the car and came to me.
I turned to him and he held me while I let out a sob. She was there. I could feel her with me. Standing next to me. I felt her gratitude to me that I came to see her and remember her and love her. I closed my eyes in hopes that I would see her face. I didn't.
I said, "She's here. Can you feel her?"
"I am trying to" my husband said.
We talked for a few minutes about her age at death and he noticed a small grave next to hers. The name and dates have long since faded, unfortunately, but my husband said, "I bet that is her child. I bet she died during childbirth"
That felt right.
We took a picture to remember my new friend, Sarah E. and her little forgotten baby.
I said goodbye and the feeling faded.
I felt released and no longer drawn to any particular stone. Sarah had gone home and our moment had passed.
As we departed, I asked him why he decided to stop now.
He said, "The thought just popped in my head and I decided to pull over."
I am so glad that he did, for I was able to meet my new friend....134 years later.
UPDATE:
Confirmed. Sarah gave birth to a little girl and died 10 days later.
*side note* Someone should really document the cemetery. I would if I was staying here for more than a few days.
Every time we have passed this cemetery these passed few days, I have said to my hubs, "We need to stop there before we leave." I am a total cemetery junkie, so he was not surprised.
On the way home today, he said, "Let's pull in! Do you want to?" ....OF COURSE! So, we pulled in and I looked out my window. The first headstone I saw said, "We loved her". I was so struck by this. As we slowly meandered through with our windows down, the phrase "We loved her" pulsated in my head. I finally said, as we were preparing to leave,
"I am being haunted by a headstone and I NEED to go back!"
"Where did you see it?" he asked.
"Just back at the beginning" I said.
Since the beginning is a one way entrance, my sweet hubby, without hesitation backed up down the street so I could get back to this headstone. He was unable to fully back up without backing into the road, so I hopped out.
The feeling was heavy, but peaceful and I went right to the stone. Sarah it said.
"Hello Sarah" I said. "I am so glad to meet you."
Tears formed in my eyes and started to fall on my cheeks. I read on...
Sarah E.
Wife of D.W. Felt
Died
Dec. 27, 1880
Aged
33 Yrs. 3. M. 21 Ds.
Sarah was my age when she died....100 years before I was born.
My husband saw me standing there with my hand on her marker as I was having a private conversation with her and he parked the car and came to me.
I turned to him and he held me while I let out a sob. She was there. I could feel her with me. Standing next to me. I felt her gratitude to me that I came to see her and remember her and love her. I closed my eyes in hopes that I would see her face. I didn't.
I said, "She's here. Can you feel her?"
"I am trying to" my husband said.
We talked for a few minutes about her age at death and he noticed a small grave next to hers. The name and dates have long since faded, unfortunately, but my husband said, "I bet that is her child. I bet she died during childbirth"
That felt right.
We took a picture to remember my new friend, Sarah E. and her little forgotten baby.
I said goodbye and the feeling faded.
I felt released and no longer drawn to any particular stone. Sarah had gone home and our moment had passed.
As we departed, I asked him why he decided to stop now.
He said, "The thought just popped in my head and I decided to pull over."
I am so glad that he did, for I was able to meet my new friend....134 years later.
UPDATE:
Confirmed. Sarah gave birth to a little girl and died 10 days later.
| Her name was Sadie Eva Felt. She only lived 1 one year and is buried next to her mother. (died 29 July 1881) | ||||
| The E. in Sarah E. stands for Elizabeth. | ||||
| Sarah Elizabeth Bates Felt married to Daniel Webster Felt | ||||
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