Sept 12 is always hard. I still think of my niece Julia every day. 15 years after her death, I still feel the pangs of grief. It still shocks me to my core, the fact that she was here for such a short amount of time, that our family lived through this loss. And yet, my mini me continues to ground me, to inspire me—and she set the bar high. Not only did she battle with an incredible fierceness, but she also expressed light and joy throughout. I will love her and miss her forever.