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, September 28, 2010
Rocky Horror Connection - Finale
I realized after I published my last post that I didn't tell the ending to the story. After the show, my friend was backstage talking with some of the performers and she related the encounter she had had with Emma's friends, and they all remembered Emma, too. They remembered that she had come to their show the year before; that she had dressed up as Frankenfurter and posed for photos with them after the show; and they knew that she had died. When they saw her obituary in the newspaper, they knew that she was that girl that from the audience who, for some reason, they always remembered.
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