It’s hard to write about my daughter, Bec, in the past tense, but I want to begin with who she was, and what she built, before I say anything about what cancer took. If you ever met her, you probably remember the details: the way she always looked polished, not flashy, just effortlessly classy, and the way she could walk into a room and make it feel calmer and warmer, like she’d quietly adjusted the lighting in the whole place. She created beauty for a living in the worl