When Emma was 6, I got tickets to see the NYC Ballet’s The Nutcracker. It was the exact same production, with the same stars, same set; all it was missing was Kevin Kline’s narration. Emma was beside herself. Needless to say we went back several times over the years.
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, December 11, 2009
The Nutcracker
When Emma was 6, I got tickets to see the NYC Ballet’s The Nutcracker. It was the exact same production, with the same stars, same set; all it was missing was Kevin Kline’s narration. Emma was beside herself. Needless to say we went back several times over the years.
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And to think we may have connected even then as I was in the pit for Stamford productions of the Nutcracker with NYC Ballet. I also played in NYC with the ballet before she was born. Sigh. Great to see her in these pics. Even her chubby hands, which she never liked, are graceful the way she points them.
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