If you are new to this blog, you may want to read the posts “In a Nutshell” or go to July 2012 and read “Sending out a Letter.” My daughter Emma Katherine Roey lied about a friend being raped and attempting suicide, claimed to have been molested by a priest, and then, just as her attorneys were about to file a law suit, Emma accused her mother (me) of physically abusing her and later of poisoning her with DDT. Emma claimed to have a toxicology report to confirm that her mother (me, again!) poisoned her, but would never turn over this report to my attorney. If you read through the blog, you will find many other examples of Emma’s lying. At one point, she even complained about the way her dad touched her and that he called her a “bitch” and a “slut” everyday. (I refused to listen to her when she talked about her dad like that.) As long as Emma continues with the lies, I will tell her story. Love and thanks to all of you who read and have written to me. If you have any questions or comments, please contact me at: losingemma@gmail.com Please continue to share the blog with others.

I will get back to posting Emma’s letters to Lacey, but I wanted to interject here because I was thinking of a couple of cute stories from Emma’s childhood.

Emma was about 16 months old when we moved to Hoschton, Ga. One of Phill’s coworkers, Randall, lived around the block from us with his wife Cora, and their two little boys. Josh was about 11 months older than Emma and Neal had just turned four. Josh was a rough and tumble kind of boy, and Neal was a little more sensitive, and a good big brother. Neal was absolutely precious with Emma whenever the kids were together. He always looked out for her, waited for her, and helped her. For quite a while, they two of them just naturally held hands when they were together. It was like Neal had another sibling to look out for. I don’t know how they started with the kisses, but occasionally Neal would ask Emma for a kiss and she would pucker up. It was all very sweet.

One night, the two families were going out to dinner to our favorite Mexican restaurant. Since we did not have a large vehicle, we always went in the Andrew’s Dodge Caravan which we ended up later buying from them and keeping for many years. Randall drove and Phill rode up front. Cora and I sat in the middle seat, and the three kids were in the back with Emma between the two boys. At the time, Emma was probably about 2 1/2 years old. The adults were talking, and then from the back we hear Neal ask Emma, “Emma, give me a kiss!”
Emma replied, “Wait til we get to the restaurant, Neal.” To which the four adults laughed, and then Phill said, “Emma, next time tell him, ‘Wait until we’re married, Neal.’”

A pregnant little Emma, getting ready to deliver her baby. Emma Roey, Emma Katherine Roey, Emma Kate Roey

Emma went through her “I’m having a baby phase.” Stuffing her doll under her shirt and then pulling it out and placing it against her breast to nurse, and then she also had her married life planned out. Emma didn’t quite grasp that she would grow up and move out, but she often talked about how when she got married they would live in her room and the guest room of our 3 bedroom house would be for the baby’s uncle. Emma just assumed she would marry Neal, and I guess she thought it was a package deal, so Josh had to come along. Emma never considered that she would want a separate room for the baby. I also thought it was funny how Emma seemed to think that when you got married, you automatically got a baby.

When Emma attended George Walton Academy, she was in a Brownie troop, and I was there at every meeting, helping out. The girls used some of their cookie money on a trip to Build-A-Bear, and Emma got this little dog. Emma Roey, Emma Katherine Roey, Emma Kate Roey

Happy Belated Valentine’s Day Emma! I meant to post this yesterday, but got busy. I was thinking of that Valentine’s day that you got Aunt Janice to send me flowers anonymously. I wonder what was going on in your little brain when you did that. You did something sweet, but wanted some mystery to it? It was very cute anyway, and I enjoyed them. You will always be my sweetheart. I’m so thankful for the good memories. I hope you got lots of chocolate. I’m sure Daddy did something special for you.