Rick Carthel
Brian had a way of making us feel special. Whether it was bringing over a lovely vase of flowers from Quinn's "special celebration" because he thought I would enjoy them too or surprising us with a delicacy he had painstakingly made as he explained the technique of putting it together. After I broke my shoulder, he would ask me every time we passed by on our walk how I was getting along for months. He said he would somehow get me into their boat and take us to the lake for the "best time ever" when I was better. I loved seeing Brian, Hope, Quinn, and Laird walking through the neighborhood together and going out to chat and laugh when they passed by our house.
We miss you, Brian,
Denise and Rick Carthel

