chapter 2- Elizabeth

The cemetery from the perspective of a young girl

                                     Suffer little children and forbid them not , to come unto me for as                                                                       such is the kingdom of heaven.

                                                                                                                       Matthew 19:14

 My mum chose this epitaph. It has her feeling in it. If you know what i mean.

 Iwas named after my Grandmother Elizabeth May Green. I don't remember much about her being only 3 when i died , but obviously spiritually I have grown quite a bit as you can imagine. 

I was laid to rest on 24th December 1885. I have a lovely place of rest near the chapel, I remember it snowing heavily as my coffin was laid in the ground. I stood next to my Mum and Dad watching my coffin being lowered into its final resting place. My new home. I had never seen my dad cry before , I don't know who was more upset me or him? Mum just stared at the ground. I was their first child and it was just pure fate that my life ended so soon. I had contracted Scarlet Fever from the young boy next door to us. The good thing is that they had the money to pay for his care and medicine but my mum and dad just couldn't afford the care. The fever spread quickly with me. It felt like the flu to start with, my nose was runny and i had a headache but after a day or two I started getting a this really itchy rashall over my body. It was so itchy and mum kept saying 'don't scratch it' . She even knitted me some woolly hand covers to limit the scratches i was causing by itching. The litle bumps itched and i scratched and scratched till they bled. But the scratch marks got infected and then my body just couldn't cope. I slipped into a coma and passed away.