Denise Marks Valencia, pennsylvania
My youngest daughter’s name was Emily Elizabeth Marks.
She inherited her father’s brown eyes and his cheerful smile. That smile could hide even the deepest pain.
From me she got her love of music and her quirky sense of humor.
She was pure joy.
On April 27 2012, Emily was a sophomore in college. She had spent the previous 3 days cramming for finals. She was to take her last one, anatomy, that morning.