Minecraft’s meaning to me has changed over the years. It once brought me closer to my younger sister, and now it helps me remember when she was here. As far back as the villager update, my sister, Alexandria, and I watched Youtubers play it.
When we finally got our own copies to play together, we couldn’t contain our excitement. We played many worlds. I’d always build my villager apartments and my automated chicken farms. I’d build a warehouse of chests and wide fields of crops. I’d focus every structure around a specific purpose.
She, on the other hand, always built these giant mansions. They still stand with tall windows, tall doors, high ceilings, second and third floors, and staircases two meters wide. They were large enough she’d scatter torches across the floors to keep mobs from spawning. Now, they’re what she left. They lie empty. She never furnished any of them, always making them bigger and bigger and giving them pure potential. She filled them with animals. She thought the dolphins and the bees and the dogs were the cutest things ever.
She was so brilliant. We would occasionally duel in PVP, where she’d rely on her wits. There was one time she spawned hundreds of zombie pigmen in her base and tricked me into slapping one. When they all turned on me, I ran out her front door. She was ready for this, waiting on a second-story balcony like a mastermind. She splashed a potion of slowness on me that made it IMPOSSIBLE to escape my fate. It all went according to her brilliant plan. Our family was spectating like it was a sport, and we all had a great laugh.
I never deleted any of those worlds. I’d always consider freeing up space on my computer, but never did. I stowed them away, playing on new worlds for new updates. Now as I write this, tears in my eyes, I’m thankful I didn’t delete a single one of them. These giant empty mansions were a mark she left. They are full of potential, like she was. She was working toward her college degree in archaeology, but didn’t get to finish. She was excited for the new archaeology tools in Minecraft, but never got to see them.
As I write this essay, I finally resolved, after a year and a half, to reopen these worlds. It was hard, but walking around these brings memories of her close to me. Minecraft was a world she left a mark on. She left this world too early, but she made impacts on lives of people and students she knew. She was so happy, very witty, and a joy to be around. I wish she was still here. I wish she was able to finish her degree, to live a longer life, and to have furnished her mansions.
I wrote this essay over a week, thinking about those days. Now, I wonder if she meant those shelters for her family. She may have built them for us to fill in. To put those warehouses and chicken farms in. Now, I think I’ll pick up that task. I’ll do my best to fill in a bit of the potential she left too early.