on monday for family home evening brock wanted to go to the old nauvoo burial grounds "before the weather gets too cold". it is just up the road from us, just past my regular turn-around point when i jog, but we still hadn't visited it yet. as we were crunching through the leaves, a gusty wind began to blow, and huge acorns were dropping from the trees with a regular consistency. it suddenly felt like a very appropriate moment in time to be there. much more so than if we had visited in the summer. it was poignant and touching, particularly because most of the people buried there were children.
at the entrance to the grounds there is part of a letter from phoebe woodruff to her husband wilford in england, telling him of the death of their daughter on July 17, 1840, 3 days after her second birthday, quoted:
"My dear Wilford, what will be your feelings when I say that yesterday i was called to witness the departure of our little Sarah Emma from this world. Yes, she is gone. The relentless hand of death has snatched her from my embrace. Ah, but she was too lovely, too kind, too affectionate to stay in this wicked world. Often when I have looked upon her, I have wondered how I could bear to lose her, especially with my dear companion absent from me.... Yes Wilford, we have one little angel in heaven, and I feel certain that her spirit has visited you before now."