My husband was the one who pushed her to come up here. He said ‘You can be closer to us, we’ll help you out, we want to be near the kids’. She was just shattered...

She was very smart, a really sharp kid — she could have done anything she put her mind to. We called her ‘Pokey’ because she was always poking her little nose into everything. One thing...

If she set her mind to it she’d do it. She just had that kind of spirit.

The worst day was the day I got the knocking at the door and I got the news. I guess that’s every parents’ nightmare.