I want to write about someone who inspired me. My dear friend Vanessa. She died one year ago today. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about her. It’s easy for me to pretend she’s still with us. We lived in different states for 17 out of our 19 year friendship. We didn’t talk everyday or see each other often enough. But her presence was always felt. I could go on and on about how fabulous she was. I could tell you about how she trained me for the job that I still have 20 years later. I could tell you how she talked me into juicing. I could tell you how she rocked a poker room with confidence. I could tell you about what nurturing mother and loving wife she was. I could yell about cancer, or cry about her motherless children and insist 45 is too young. But I won’t. Today, like everyday I will be thankful for the time I had with such an amazing person. I vow to continue spreading the word on domestic violence, wellness and all the other things she taught me to help people with. I will continue to talk to her when I am alone in my car. I will continue to focus on the positive, like she encouraged all of us to do. I will remember how much she changed my life.