Obituary of Sarina Katharine Lynn Maryniak

MARYNIAK, Sarina

Passed away suddenly on Thursday, September 12, 2019 at the age of 33. She is the loving daughter of Janice Boccabella (Rolf Liedtke) and the late Joe (2010). Cherished sister “Rina” of Shane (Laura) and Aunt to Darcey, Russell and Shania. Granddaughter to Marg and Sid Murray and Joe and Gail Boccabella. She will also be dearly missed by her Aunts and Uncles Jeff (Bonnie) Boccabella, Marie Boccabella, Liz (Brad) Bartlett, Don (Betty) Kiraly, cousins Alexa (Gary), Rachel, Teresa and Michael. Sarina touched the lives of so many friends throughout her short life with all her quirky styles, laughter and smiles. Visitation will be held at the GEORGE DARTE FUNERAL HOME, 585 Carlton St., on Wednesday, September 18, 2019, from 7-9 p.m. Cremation is to follow visitation. A Celebration of Sarina’s Life will be held on Saturday, September 21, 2019 in the Funeral Home at 9:30 a.m. followed by an Inurnment at Victoria Lawn Cemetery, Queenston St. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to the Juvenile Diabetes or to the Canadian Mental Health Association.

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Eulogy

How to describe my daughter ?????,loving, funny, thoughtful, beautiful, loved to laugh ,quirky ,animal lover, klutzy, loved mashed potatoes,.. and for those who didn't know her as well as I did, just a little STUBBORN. She never really called me Mom, it was always Mumzie or Ma. Growing up she was always such a funny kid, when she wasn't having a temper tantrum. She knew how to keep herself occupied, whether it was playing in the Tupperware drawer with some spoons, or in her room with all of her toys and believe me she just didn't pull out one toy they all had to come out before she decided what she wanted to play with. She used to love wearing bright fluorescent clothes, "the brighter the better" she would say it made her happy. She was always hurting herself, (which I have to admit she got from me). I remember when she broke her arm at KFC and she had to sleep upright for 2 weeks in a chair, so while she is healing the arm, she is walking home through the park and hits a pot hole, she falls but knows enough to protect the arm. When she gets home and is limping, "I said what did you do?" " oh I just fell",. I said " why didn't you call me?", "well I didn't want to bug you I knew you were watching the season finale of law and order". So off we go to the hospital once again, and yes the ankle was broken so now she is on crutches with a broken arm. Then she broke her wrist while watching Sam's dogs , she tripped over the little one and didn't want to land on her so she dove over her and landed on her wrist. So another trip to the hospital, and then it was a finger at white oaks and yes another hospital visit..they got to know us at the hospital very well. I literally told them I was not around her at any time when this all happened. She loved summer when she was young. Playing with Breanne, Danielle, Josh and Trevor, her neighbor hood friends. She spent many afternoons over at Jim and Jean's pool, it was her second home. You always treated her like a part of your family, and even as an adult, she always asked about how you were. You certainly made an impact on her life. She loved you. She had many childhood friends who became a part of my life also .Sam and Sarina were inseparable, they were either at our place or over at Sam's. The backstreet boys concert that Sam's mom and I took them to was interesting. We went to 2 of them because we didn't want them going on their own, after that we just dropped them off and said enjoy. As she grew into a young woman , she became more independent trying to control her own diabetes which was not always so successful, but she kept trying . The diabetes was a difficult period in her young life and I always said to her, "sweetheart if I could take it from you and give it myself, I would". Now the struggle is over and you are set free from this disease that you hated so much. We will see signs of Sarina all around us as we grieve and try to move on through life without her. As we get ready to say goodbye to my sweet girl, whom was loved by so many, more than she will ever know. IT'S NOT GOOD BYE, It's until we meet again. I love you my sweet girl.

What can I say about Sarina that you may not already know, other than for those of you who I have not met, I’m one of the cool aunts who live out East. My relationship when Sarina was young was one of those typical Aunt ones where I got to spoil her when I came home from the big city of Toronto.  Mostly at that time the Jays were on fire and I sported her in her first Jays outfit. I remember her smile, her infectious laughter, and her temper tantrums and her love of mashed potatoes.  To this day I have never seen anyone sit down at a thanksgiving dinner and eat just mashed potatoes. Sarina was like every other teenager growing up… loving life with her friends, pushing her boundaries, testing her mother’s patience (I’m 2 years older than Jan but I think Sarina gave her her first gray hair before I got one).  But one thing was for sure, she loved Jan very very much through all the battles. My sister and i were going through pictures to make our own memory board and came across some that just made us smile instantly.  The one of her as a flower girl at Liz and Brad’s wedding. Boy did she love spinning on the dance floor with that dress, the blue tongue picture when her and my daughter Rachel ate blue popsicles till their tongues turned blue.  I think Rachel may have been 2 at the most. Actually I came across alot of pictures of her teaching my girls how to stick their tongues out. As Sarina grew older there was not a lot we had in common but one thing we shared a mutual love for was the Back Street Boys.  Boy that girl loved their music. She saw them 5 times. I remember countless times she wanted me to fly down to go to a concert with her but I just couldn’t seem to do it. I came across a text message from last November when she found out there were touring again and I asked her “Are the BSB coming to Toronto, They are soooo old now”.  Then I told her I was watching them on Ellen and that I didn’t like it very much and told her and got a “Don’t say that. Lol. THen she brings in her Aunt Liz and said she loved them and that I should watch another video, so I did and said I did not like it again and she answered with … That was amazing, Common Aunt Marie, then just said she was happy that Aunt Liz was on her side.  I also remember her telling me how happy she was that she got Grampa listening to them while they were driving together. Sarina’s sense of humor throughout her life always made us smile all the way from Nova Scotia, from her sending her Aunt topless pictures of fireman washing cars to late night phone calls when she was upset with stuff and didn’t want to listen to her Mom (which we all know every teenage kid does).  She didn’t always take my advice, but I feel honoured that she trusted me enough to chat. Our family, since the passing of our grandparents who had such a huge impact on all of our kids lives have had some amazing stories on the vision of seeing dimes in spots they should not be.  The other night as I was washing my clothes to come here and to wash the one thing purple that I have never owned but wanted to do right by Sarina, I was pulling my clothes out of the washer and I have a front loading washer and sometimes my little sockets will get caught in there so I always check it and for the first time in 2 years there was a dime in there.  Sarina my love, may you struggle nor more, may you find peace where you are and give our grandparents a big hug for me. They will look after you from now on….

Never in the 24 years would I have expected the phone call I received. Never did I think I would be writing you a goodbye letter. The world could definitely use more people like you around than people like me. The times we shared together and the experiences I got to have with you I will forever cherish. Whether it was a blue Jay's game with your mom or you babysitting my kids and letting them destroy my house cause you didnt want to say no. You were a genuine friend and everyone was blessed to call you their friend. I was lucky enough to call you my best friend for 24 years. I can still remember the first day we met in grade 4. You always had a way to make people feel comfortable with you. I read a quote the other day that brought a tear to my eye it said "it's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember". I could never write down every memory or even say some outloud. You loved everyone you met, you even loved some who didnt deserve it. You saw the good in everyone you met. We faught like sisters but no matter where we were in life we always knew we had each others back. This event has changed so many people's lives, the effect you have had on people is mind blowing but not surprising. I promise I will take care of Sam and Sarah and most importantly your mom. I will stay in touch and make sure i dont let time and life get in the way. I was truly blessed to call you my best friend. I love you-  Courtney Hamilton.

As I sat in your Moms kitchen last week, shocked, devastated and confused after she told me you had passed away, I could hear all your loved ones speaking around me as I just stared off into the backyard. All I saw was a tree and a tiny crack in the branches letting this little ray of sunshine poke through & I thought to myself, that’s her! That’s how I’ve always thought of you, this ray of sunshine that radiated love to everyone you met. I promise to keep your memory alive through the years and do some good in your honour. I hope all of your anxieties and insecurities are gone and your spirit is living blissfully on the other side. 31 years & not one fight or disagreement, I will never find another friendship like ours. I will cherish all the memories we made together and I promise to take care of Mom. See ya on the other side sis, save us a seat at the after party. Love ALWAYS, Sammie- Samantha Boudreau

Ballerina, I don’t even know how to say goodbye, so instead I choose to remember our first hello. I was seven years old and I had just started at Lincoln centennial. I was visiting the little girls room and you decided to climb up on the toilet in the stall beside me and you said. “Hi I’m Sarina”. Needless to say even though you ended up with detention for it, we ended up becoming friends. That’s who you were. Outgoing, out spoken and out of this world you would make friends with anyone you came across. Everyone loved you for you and I they didn’t you didn’t care anyways. Everyone here loves you - I loved you. Over the years there were countless trips to the mall, and bike rides. The saddest attempt ever at rollerblading, that took me at least a half an hour to cross Geneva street, but there you were on the other side cheering me on. Sarina was always willing to try new things, didn’t shy away from new people and she wasn’t going to let people tell her she couldn’t do something. You were a free spirit, your smile and laugh brought everyone closer. Sarina was so much braver than me.  My fondest memory would have to be the countless hours spent at the beach. With our oversized sunglasses, beach towels and toes in the sand. At one point she even swam in Lake Ontario....I sadly continued to sun burn on my towel... But not Sarina she was neck deep in that water and loving every minute of it. We did the Jet boats once too she wanted to be front and centre ... we were soaked but we survived. We never planned to part so so soon but We had a plan you know, just incase one of us outlived one another she wanted to be cremated and have our ashes spread out on beach since we couldn’t afford a yacht. We were such basic bitches. We were always there for one another whenever it really mattered. When I lost my dad she was just a phone call away at anytime. The same with me when she lost her dad.  We used to reminisce about McDonald’s pizza which her dad used to take us to as kids. We would all joke about it being called pimma because of the font style on the box. We were young and foolish and calling it pimma wasn’t even the worst part... it’s admitting that we ate that pizza like it was straight from Italy ... It was so good. I wish they never took it off the menu. Sarina was a wonderful person. I miss her, and I’m so very sorry. - Sarah Tassillo