A Mother's View into Daughter's Coffin.

When my youngest daughter died I used to drive to the cemetery at night for months. I don’t know why, because I know she was immediately taken to heaven. The best way I can describe it was “just because part of my heart 💜 way buried there too”.

I simply cannot fathom how anyone could possibly vandalize a grave, especially a child’s grave. Absolutely unimaginable.

I’ve been there and stood at her grave. To look at that little girl’s grave gives a person a fraction of the pain her mother obviously felt. It is heartbreaking to see. I pray that when her mother died, she ran into her mother’s arms. If you close your eyes, you can see their reunion. I am the mother of two children no longer with me and it is all I can imagine when I think of my sons gone. Their hugs are what I imagine when I think of seeing them for the first time after I die.

I lived in an apartment that had a old family graveyard in the backyard. I cleaned it up a little bit to show some respect for the dearly departed. I didn't know anything about them but that didn't matter.

I lost my 19 year old 7 years ago. I appreciate your respect you showed for this story. My son was cremated and is here with me. My oldest will bury him with me when my time has come.

Any time I see an old cemetery, I want to explore. I don’t think it’s morbid or weird. I feel like reading the names and dates on the tomb stones is a way of telling the deceased, I know your name, you are not forgotten. And I don’t like to step on the graves, either.

As so many, I, too, am a lover of cemeteries, and I'm not morbid: Tombstones are memorials. That means that they stand so that the person buried underneath is remembered/thought of/considered. If no one visits cemeteries, this purpose of the structures is not achieved. As I read a tombstone and consider the life it memorializes, I consider that I'm honoring the person it represents. So...visit, read, and contemplate!!

It's beautiful that her mom still came here through thunder storms for her daughter. Love can make you do many things that you didn't know that you could do!

That Mother was not scared , she was protecting. The dark , the rain and thunder were no match against her devotion to her child. God bless their souls .

Those 'little markers' you noticed are what they call 'footstones'. Back in the day they were used to mark the foot of the coffin, and often had dates inscribed on them. In some cemeteries, the footstones survive better than the larger headstones because erosion and vandals are not as focused on them.

As a Mama myself … my heart just rips into shreds!! My eight year old little boy absolutely hates storms (and even very loud rain) - He will always grab his blankets, headphones, and sit as close to me as possible (if not half way laying on me) 💙 I cannot imagine the gut wrenching agony this Mama faced whenever storm erupted and knowing she physically couldn’t be with her beautiful child. Anyone can create life … it takes a truly special person to be a parent. Thinking of you, sweet girl! 💖

How very sad. A mothers grief would be unbearable. Imagining this little girl's mother sitting there in the dark during a storm is heartbreaking. Thank you for sharing such a poignant story.

They say a person dies twice, once when they take their last breath and again when their name is never spoken again by the living. Little Florence is still spoken of more than a 150 yrs after her first death.

We arent weird. We love old cemeteries and History.

We all grieve in our own way, for some it's harder to let go than others. Much love to all who have lost a loved one.

Her mothers grief must have been terrible and she couldn’t stand not seeing her even if it was in death. Poor lady to lose a child that young. But now that sorrow is over and once again they are together in the loving embrace of Jesus who personally carried the child and the mother and father in there loss. Old cemetery’s are painless now because all the suffering is gone. They are drifting away in time and isn’t that a blessing. Thank you so much for bringing this story.

A mother's love has no boundaries. Now they are together without fear of thunder, RIP.

So much love she had for her little girl now they are together for ever no more storms

🌹💙 I love it when he says, “And we are in,” cause I know I’m in for a treat:-) Thank you sir for that lovely narrative regarding little Florence and the recreation of how her mother would visit her. Just a note: I am a senior citizen confined and not able to travel because of heath reasons, so you taking us along on your journeys really means a lot. When I was young, I would often visit cemeteries and now that I cannot, your explorations are a blessing. And yes I agree, we cemetery lovers are not weird, in fact visiting such provides therapy for facing one’s own mortality. Stay awesome beautiful person! Bright Blessings! 🌞🙏