I know some of you enjoy looking at old gravestones. At first glance this is quite beautiful and stunning.
This stone is in the St. Lawrence Cemetary on Route 34 in New Haven, Connecticut, which is next to Yale's baseball stadium and across the street from Yale Bowl.
It was the inscription that caught my husband's eye a few years ago; he never forgot it.
I can't believe an engraver would even agree to put such a depressing message on the stone. However, it is the American way: if you are willing to pay, you can have just about anything done for you. This mother passed away in the 1920s or 1930s so this is not a new stone, in case you were wondering.
I was saddened at the idea that the child or children felt so strongly about the death of their mother. I can only hope that time healed their wounds.