A memorial to Emma Lindley

From Joe, An introduction, Parisien wake-up, and two prayers

  • Eyes closed...

    Eyes closed...

  • Eyes open, mouth open...

    Eyes open, mouth open...

  • Mouth closed...

    Mouth closed...

  • Smiling!


These photographs are from a trip to Paris that I and Emma made in May 2013. I was sneaking photographs without Emma’s knowledge as she dozed on the grass, but the reaction when she realised I was standing over her, was a good one.

If you are on this website, you probably know what it is for. There’s some more information here. In the next few days I’ll add things from Emma’s memorial event, taking place on Monday 30th September at Bolton Abbey. I hope that over the coming days, weeks and months, lots of people will find something that they’d like to share here. Emma’s life was so rich, she knew and loved so many people,  I hope this website will become a place that those people can use to share and reflect on her life.

This is a message Emma added to my Prayer 2.0 project, back in 2007:

I have a massive wish inside me. A really massive wish. It’s a good, happy wish. Thinking about it makes my belly feel full of stars.

There’s no point praying to non existent God to help with my wish. But *you* might be able to send a portion of positive energy into the ether which maybe, just possibly, could give my wish a push in the right direction.

Go on. Do it. Close your eyes. Count to three. Open your eyes and blow your will into my wish.

And for now, my final contribution, my prayer to Emma.

To my beautiful and much loved big sister. You were the best. You made my life infinitely richer. I’ll never forget what you did for me. Your words – as ‘seren dip’ – from Prayer 2.0 will zip around the internet for years to come.

You were passionate about educating people about mental health issues, the very same issues that contributed to your decision to take your own life.

So, I pray that anyone reading this message who suffers from mental health problems gets the solace they need to see a brighter day in the future. I pray that anyone who is in a position to help somebody suffering does so. I pray that all those people who knew Emma in her life, remember how vivacious she was, remember how clever she was, remember how passionate and pure-in-thought she was.. and continue their lives in the vain she lived hers. I know I will.

Overflowing with love for you.

Your brother.



    My Dear Joe
    My heart goes out to you and your family-im still in shock -I loved her so much and have been so upset even though I only knew her for a short time ! She was like a sister to me and will be there on Monday love ! I still have prayer cards she gave me -handbag which I use every day and some sandals n boots !
    I too suffer from mental health n when I found out the sad news from my Husband my world fell apart and the staff at the womens hostel decided they would postpone moving me to another when they saw how it affected me .So il stay in my lovely flat with my new flatmate as she has also been like a sister to me before I move .But she will never take the place of your amazing wonderful Sister,
    with all my heartfelt love

    Helen x

  2. Francis O'Neill

    Hi Joe

    I thought your tribute to Emma at Bolton Abbey did her memory proud. I especially loved the notion- repeated in your blog above- of her spirit winging infinitely round in cyberspace. It reminded me of a poem I’d read a while ago which I’ve copied below. I thought of Emma very much in the final part. I like to think of her wonderfully well crafted and challenging RSA blogs in particular offering hope, solidarity and encouragement to others for years to come. Perhaps the sentiments expressed may resonate in the same way with you too- I hope so.
    With best regards and sincere condolences


    When I die, I will see the lining of the world.
    The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
    The true meaning, ready to be decoded.
    What never added up will add Up,
    What was incomprehensible will be comprehended.
    – And if there is no lining to the world?
    If a thrush on a branch is not a sign,
    But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day
    Make no sense following each other?
    And on this earth there is nothing except this earth?
    – Even if that is so, there will remain
    A word wakened by lips that perish,
    A tireless messenger who runs and runs
    Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies,
    And calls out, protests, screams.

    Czeslaw Milosz


So, what do you think ?