NOT PICTURED: Senior Faith McCurdy and her brother 13 years ago at their childhood home on Christmas Eve. Every year,
as a “McCurdy tradition,” they would sit in front of the fire place listening to “This Christmas” by Donny Hathaway in their Blues Clues and Barney towels.
after you lose someone BY FAITH MCCURDY
Student Life & Design Editor
It’s hard sometimes. People surprisingly always bring up their siblings: it’s a common thing for people to bond over. “They were so annoying last night.” “They always do this and it sucks so much.” “They’re just a jerk sometimes.” I always try to join the conversation, bringing up stories about my two and three year old sisters, but only sometimes do I mention my older brother. It’s been too long
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for me to actually remember the little nitpicky stories like that. When looking back on memories, it’s hard not to make everything sound over exaggerated and picture perfect. Everyone always wants to remember the good and forget the bad. When my brother passed away, I was about to start eighth grade. He was going to be a junior. Three years older, and almost a
foot taller. When I think back to remember him, I want to always remember the good times. When he took me out to Daniels Park on the 4th of July, when he drove me for the first time in his, now my, beat up Acura, when we used to watch Naruto, and play Minecraft together in his room. Those are the memories I cherish. But I can never think about him too long.