These are stories of my daughter, Emma, lost to suicide at the tender age of 17. I refuse to allow Emma, or our lives together, to be defined by this single desperate act. I’m starting this blog to restore the memory, image by image, story by story, of that wonderful, delightful person that I knew. A person who brought me unparalleled joy - the kind of joy you can only bring others when you feel it yourself.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Another Kindergarten Story
About three weeks into the start of her Kindergarten year, Emma came home with big news. “Mom,” she said, “Did you know that there was a thing called recess?" I said, “Yes, haven’t you been going to recess all year?” “No” she told me, “I went for the first time today. Mrs. S. told me if I ate my lunch a little faster, I would get to go out and play with the other kids. I didn’t know that they were going out to play when they finished their lunches. No wonder they eat so fast!”
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