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.
Monday, May 3, 2010
May 2nd, 1995
Here's a very brief entry from my Mother's Journal dated May 2nd, 1995:
Emma called the sink handles "turnips." Later in the day she said, "I'm enjoying my whole family."
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