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 2, 2010
Never Mind
Here's my February 9, 1994 journal entry:
Emma wanted to go outside and play in the snow this morning. When I told her she'd need to get her snowsuit and boots on she said, "skip it!."
Though eventually she could not have been more enthusiastic on the slope at 1918! I cannot seem to find a photo of one of those days though.
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