Sarah's Grave

When I was 3, my parents moved into a church that was built in the 1840's and began renovating it. My parents had just set up a swing for me on a tree in the graveyard surrounding our house. (It was the only tree that you COULD put a swing on, my parents arent weird or anything) I came in from playing one day and my parents asked me how my day was, and I told them I had a new friend named Sarah Jane Taylor, and that she was 3 years old and from a long time ago. My mom thought it was really cute that I had an imaginary friend. Mom told me that I played with Sarah for about a month or so before I met my old best friend Sheena. After that we kind of forgot about Sarah and I still played on the swing in the graveyard with Sheena and everything.

 

Fast forward a couple of years. I'm 5 and in kindergarten at this time. My dad was mowing the graveyard and a couple of feet from my swing he hit the corner of a stone. Dad went into the shed and got a shovel and dug up the grave. It was just one of those little flat ones, but it had sunk so it was completely vertical and he had a hell of a time getting it out. When he did, he cleaned it off and looked at it and it said

 

Sarah J. Taylor

Aged 3 yrs. & 10 mos.

died Dec. 4 1853

Done