It's so hard to believe it's been a year. Friday was the one year anniversary of the last day Becky and I spent together. I knew at that time she would be leaving me soon. I could see it in her eyes. It was so hard to watch her struggle, yet I cherished every minute we had together. Lunches, office girl talk, class time, planetarium nights, New Year's Eve... all of it. I never look at the stars at night without thinking of her. There are times when I can almost feel her nearby, almost hear her say my name. The pain is still there. All of it is there, but the sharpness has finally dulled a little. But I mark each month that has passed, and now one year is upon us. I watched "Secondhand Lions" with my kids the other night, and at the end, the boy who is now a man says, "They really lived." I broke down and cried. It really summed up Becky. She really lived with cancer, instead of letting it ruin her. I was so lucky to have been her friend.