Emily Angela Garcia — our beloved “Emy” — was born on September 30, 1999, and left this world far too soon on February 26, 2026. In just 26 short years, she lived a life marked not by ease, but by extraordinary love, resilience, and a heart so giving it changed everyone who knew her.

Emy was the kind of person whose presence felt like warmth. She had a beautiful, radiant smile and a laugh that could soften even the hardest day. When she walked into a room, you felt it — her light, her gentleness, her sincerity. She was kind in a way that cannot be taught and loving in a way that asked for nothing in return.

She helped everyone. It didn’t matter who you were, what you had done, or where you came from — Emy would show up for you. She would have given the clothes off her back without a second thought if it meant someone else would feel comfort. She saw good in people when they couldn’t see it in themselves, because she knew what it felt like to believe you were too troubled to be loved. She forgave when others would have walked away. She held on when others would have let go. Even when she was hurting, even when life was unfair, she never stopped loving, never stopped giving.

Emy lived a life that was not always easy. She endured hardships that would have broken many, yet she survived the impossible. She carried a strength within her that she never fully believed she had. She often thought she was too troubled, too imperfect, too difficult to be fully loved — but nothing could have been further from the truth. She was deeply loved. She was worthy. She was enough. And she was stronger than she ever allowed herself to see. She never gave up on anyone, even when she herself was hurting.

It was an extension of her heart. She loved caring for others. She loved helping people in their most vulnerable moments. She showed compassion to strangers the same way she showed it to those closest to her — gently, selflessly, wholeheartedly.

But above all else, above every role she ever held, Emy was an incredible mother.

Her son, Noel, was her entire world — her heartbeat outside her body. She lived and breathed for that little boy. There was nowhere she went without him, nothing she did that didn’t center around him. She didn’t need hobbies or time for herself because being his mother was her greatest joy. Whether they were at the park, playing on the floor at home, reading books, or learning something new together, their days were filled with laughter, cuddles, and endless smiles. She would have moved mountains for her baby boy without hesitation. And in so many ways, she already had.

The love between Emy and Noel was pure and unwavering. It was the kind of love that leaves a permanent imprint on the soul. Though his mother is no longer here to hold his hand, the love she poured into him will guide him for the rest of his life. Her strength lives on in him. Her smile lives on in him. Her love lives on in him.

To know Emy was to witness someone who never gave up on people — even when they gave up on her. She believed in others fiercely. She loved without limits. And even in her darkest moments, she still chose kindness.

Her passing leaves an ache that words cannot fully capture. The world feels quieter without her laugh, dimmer without her smile, heavier without her gentle heart walking among us. But we will carry her with us — in the way we love more openly, in the way we forgive more freely, and in the way we hold our children a little tighter.

Rest peacefully, sweet Emy. You were stronger than you knew, kinder than this world deserved, and more deeply loved than you ever believed. Your life mattered. Your love mattered. And you will be missed for all the days of our lives.