I'm writing to express my deepest condolences for the passing of Mr. Marks. I was so saddened to hear this. I hope that you are taking care of yourself during this difficult time.

You and Mr. Marks came into my life and brought me joy and acceptance during my darkest hour. I was an awkward nine year old who was grieving the loss of her brother. Both of you gave me a reason to laugh again. I'll never forget it. Mr. Marks gave me a way to express my sadness through music.

During the 10 years that I came to your home every Saturday morning, the music he taught me how to create was the yardstick by which I measured my emotional and intellectual development. He saw me grow from a little girl in a Baskin-Robbins baseball cap into a woman. He was also just so much fun. I remember how much we used to laugh and enjoy ourselves with the Pooti girls, Ludka, and so many others. From competitions in Baltimore to seeing performances at the opera house, Mr. Marks made sure we had hill while learning to appreciate music. As my own daughter, Simrin, begins her study of ballet and singing (she's only two, but she has pipes!), I hope that she'll have people like you and Mr. Marks in her life. You were two of the best teachers I had.

God bless, and you are in my prayers.