...seriously, what's the significance of a year

...I'm not quite sure. My year is coming up, will I maintain my composure. I pray that I can. I'm not anxious at all, I relive finding Jack every morning of my life...and Ben's job in helping me find him.  I couldn't be there for Ben as he was crying in the hallway. I was with Jack and 911. It's painful, why will Friday change anything.