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.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Breakfast of Champions
I was making breakfast for Sarah this morning and it reminded me of the breakfast Peter or I would make for Emma for years and years - a smiley face pancake. We started with a microwaved pancake. We topped it with whipped cream hair. It got two eyes made with whipped cream and raisin centers and a jam smile. Whenever possible, it was served on her favorite Sesame Street plate. The perfect start to the day!
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