Dead Boys // Sam Fender

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I miss Kit. It has been 5 months since my brother passed, but I still think about it every day. My friends have tried cheering me up, but none of them truly understand what I'm going through.

"Come on, Avery! It won't be the same if you don't come with us this year," my friend, Anna, begs.

Every summer since we were 15, my high school friends and I have gone to a local music festival together. It started as a way to celebrate the end of the school year, but now is a great way to get together and talk about our lives since we separated to different colleges. We've always loved going to listen to every artist, whether we know them or not, and eat popsicles (and more recently: drink overpriced beer) to our hearts desire.

"I know, but I haven't really been able to enjoy myself recently," I try to reason with her.

"Which is all the more reason why you need to go with Ben and me. It's not healthy to hide away for this long. Let us help you let loose this weekend," she tries to comfort me. "Plus, you're graduating this fall and we graduate in the spring. We all may be trapped in 9-5 jobs this time next year. Let us avoid adulthood together one last time!"

She had a point. After graduating early next semester, I would be in search of a real job. This could be my last opportunity to share this experience with 2 of the most important people in my life.

"Fine," I give in, knowing that I'd regret not going in the future. Anna jumps up to give me a hug.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she shouts.

It's been a really long time since I've let myself enjoy something. This is a great opportunity to try and regain my everyday happiness since the passing of my brother. It's gotten easier, but I'm not sure I'll ever fully understand and accept what happened to my joyful big brother.