My little brother, Charlie, was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of leukemia the day after his sixteenth birthday, October 31, 2008. I'll never forget the phone call I got that night from him after he was admitted to the hospital. I knew when he told me the news that none of our lives would ever be the same. Charlie fought leukemia for 62 days, until January 1, 2009, just after midnight. I held his hand as he passed away. My heart was broken, but strong. The passion to make a difference had been ignited and I knew I had to carry on the legacy of this unbelievable person that had showed all of us how to Live Lovely for sixteen incredible years. For six months I locked myself away reading his journal, watching his videos and writing to make Charlie's dream of being able to tell his story come true. Our biggest goal for his foundation is to eventually open a hospital or care center specifically designed to care for adolescents and young adults fighting cancer.