I used to tell my parents I wanted a big sister. Someone to braid my hair, play dress up and have tea parties with me. Turns out that no matter how many times you ask, you can’t just get a big sister….
And it turn s out I wouldn’t want one. Sure, he wouldn’t play Barbie with me, but not a lot of girls my age can name all of the firetype Pokemon, play a mean Star Wars Lego on WII, and identify every Marvel superhero, their powers and which movies they are in.
I owe all of that to my big brother, Jack Buckingham.
It wasn’t all fun and games. There were times we almost killed each other, endless hours of annoying each other, and oh yeah, that time he put stickers all over my face when I was a baby, and claimed I wanted him to (Dude, I couldn’t TALK!).
And there were lots of chats. In my room. His room. Outside. Lots of laughs. And some tears. Through all of our good times and our bad times, he always made sure I was ok. Always. I always knew he had my back, and front, and would be there whenever I needed him.
He didn’t even mind when his best group of guy friends named their group chat “Lilia”, or when his friend asked me to his senior prom. He’s cool like that. He’s more than my friend. He’s my big bro. And he will always be that.
And now he is off to college. Couldn’t be more proud of him. For who he is, how he handles things, his big kind heart. I know he will have a great time, learn a lot, and come home every chance he can.
I’ll miss him, every day. but I’ll send him memes, and he’ll tell me he ignored them. But I know he’ll laugh, and I know he’ll send them back, and I know that if I ever need him, he’ll be here faster than a trainer can catch a wild pikachu,
And I think I’ll go name my group girl chat “Jack.”