Becky was an amazing woman who gave so very much to all that knew her. I miss her everyday... I wanted to say something that expressed just how special she was and the words I find within me don't do her justice - they just are not enough to describe how much she meant to me and everyone she touched in life. She was strong and true, and if she loved you she was as dependable as the Sun rising in the East and North Star shining in night sky. So I borrowed some words from William Shakespeare - Sonnet 116


Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Matt