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.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Hearts
Emma completed her second project with Pat when she was 6 ½. It was a Valentine’s Day wall hanging. Just like when she was making her bird wall hanging, Emma went over to Pat’s after school a couple of afternoons during January. Pat let Emma pick out a selection of patterned red fabrics from her stash. She showed Emma how to trace a heart onto the fabric from a pattern. Then Emma carefully cut out the hearts, fifteen in all, in about four different fabrics and three different sizes. Emma and Pat arranged the hearts on a large rectangle of white felt and then Pat ironed them on with a special adhesive. Afterward Pat let Emma sew on a few decorative buttons here and there to punctuate the piece. Emma folded over the top and carefully sewed a sleeve to hold a wooden dowel. Then Pat gave Emma some white and red yarn to attach to either end of the dowel. The masterpiece was complete, except for one important detail. A little patch which they added to the back on which Emma carefully wrote, “By Emma. January 23rd, 1999.”
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