Last June, my sister, Katy, graduated from high school. I didn't think much about it at the time because I was looking forward to a great summer. But when the summer came to an end, I started to realize that soon my sister would be off to college.
At the end of August, my family drove to my grandparents' house near Katy's school, the University of New Hampshire. It was weird to think that this would be the last night we would sleep in the same state for a long time. I must admit that my sister and I have had our differences, and I would often say that I was glad she was leaving soon, but deep down I knew I would miss her.
The next day we drove to the campus and helped move all her stuff. It was strange putting together a room for my sister that wasn't in our house. After getting everything set up, meeting her roommates, and socializing for a while, we went out to eat. After organizing a few last things, we headed for the car. I will remember that moment the rest of my life.
I still couldn't get over the fact that I wouldn't be seeing my sister or have her around. I looked at my mom and saw her starting to cry. I made up my mind, right then and there, that I was not at all glad she was leaving. We all stood next to our car hugging and kissing her, telling her how much we loved her and wishing her luck. It was really hard for everyone, including me, to say good-bye.
Maybe it was my mom sobbing in the front seat, or maybe it was the memories of all the fun times we'd had together, but I felt like I'd said good-bye for forever. As we were pulling out of the parking lot to head back to my grandparents' house, we gave her one last good-bye honk as she walked up the hill toward her dorm. It seemed like there was so much sadness and tension in the car. I would have never guessed that I was going to feel that way.
Even after we went for a ride in my grandparents' boat, there was still sadness. We couldn't stop thinking about her and wondering how she was doing. When we went out to dinner, it was strange to have only three people at the table instead of four. I really hated that night because my whole family was so sad.
Even now, I miss her and have to keep reminding myself that she is not around. I'm really glad I get to talk to her online and on the phone. I did inherit my own phone line and an awesome stereo she left behind, but I really would rather have her back. I think it is weird how one day can change your mind about things. I was certain I would jump for joy the day Katy left for college, but I truly miss her.
So, to all those little brothers and sisters out there, cherish the time you have with your siblings. They may be a pain sometimes, but once they're gone, you'll almost wish you had that pain back. I know I miss my sister and wish I could have her back.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.