I couldn't even go to my family members because they're homeless, too.

Evelyn was the glue that held the family together.

Since he got married to my sister four years ago, he has been dedicated to the family. He's been a completely different man, hard-working. He loved his job and gave everything possible to his kids. He even told his wife not to work anymore to be with the kids.

You put yourself in jeopardy, your family.

I wouldn't do it without family involvement.

She really needed to do that and be part of that as a family. I think that really helped a lot, but how do you ever really get over something like that?