Sabrina Recuba

right after my mom died.

He had sent me a paper in the mail, said, do not look at it.

Go get this notarized and sign and send it back to me, which I did.

I didn't question it.

It's my dad.

I was like, this is different.

They are very, very sure about themselves that this was a crime my dad did this on purpose.

And I can picture my sister

yelling at him and screaming and those very last few moments realizing that this is it.

He took someone's life, and it wasn't an accident.

He doesn't deserve to get out.

I want him to get out at the same time because I love him and I miss him.

Everybody's like, oh, we finally get justice.

Good for you.

How are you keeping your mom's memory alive?

I have all of her pictures all over my fridge, and I tell my daughter how wonderful her grandmother was and how much my mom loved being a grandmother.