My Husband, Brian, is Sarina's step-father, but he did for her what most real father's wouldn't. He entered her life when she was already 16 and did everything he could to make certain she was comfortable and felt loved by him.
He built a room for her to make certain she didn't have to share a room with a younger brother or sister. As our income grew and the size of our houses grew, we always made certain she had a guest house or her own quarters to be comfortable and independent, but still close to mommy.
Brian was with me when I found Sarina in the garage. I freaked out and he went into the garage, shut off the engine and opened the garage door. I was having a hard time staying on the phone with 911 while this was happening, so Brian took the phone and tried to talk to them as he was trying to wake up Sarina. They told him to remove her from the car and put her on her back, which he did; that was when he realized she was already gone and left me forever. The state that she was in confirmed to him that she took her life quite some time before we found her.
Brian would not let me enter the garage for he feared me seeing her like that. He wanted my memories of her to be my beautiful baby girl, not what he experienced in the garage. And through it all, he mustered up the strength to take care of me from the second this happened and continues to do so every second of the day.
Brian has been my rock and my strength, he has taken care of me, our children, our home and our business; but most of all, his biggest job and undertaking has been taking care of me.
Brian also wrote the eulogy and spoke for me during the Memorial because I couldn't.
Thank you Sweetie for being my husband, I love you.
