It was hard to come to terms with my death. I was only 18, I didn't want to die.

I also didn't understand why I hadn't passed on yet. Maybe that's something that would happen later? I don't know, to keep my sanity I decided to think of all the good times I had when I was alive.

When Sam and I were kids, we had this swing set in our backyard, and I remember he used to be able to swing so high on it and I always wanted to swing that high but I just couldn't figure out how.

I remember sitting on the swing and begging him to teach me how to swing that high.

And so he slowed down the swing he was on and held out his hand. He told me that if I held his hand, soon enough I'd go as high as he was. So I grabbed onto his hand and sure enough after a while I was swinging as high as him. God I miss those times.

(P.s. that was a real memory I have of me and my older brother from when we were kids, just thought ytd be cute to incorporate into the story)

Sam and I used to stay up so late and just talk about life, he was like my best friend, I could talk to him about anything and he'd listen.

Now I could return the favor and listen to him, anytime he wanted to vent to me I'd be there, even if he didn't know I was there.