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Draw an elaborate scene in pencil and then pick any random little portion and scribble it out with an eraser. Imagine having that confounding white void in your own life.

That is the strangeness of loss.

Their number is in your phone. Their email is in your contact list. But there isn't anyone on the other end. Just a technological grave marker and that strange white void.

And in the fall, you'll see a classmate and she'll ask, "How was your summer?"

You don't know them very well, so your whole life flashes before your eyes and all you can say is "Oh, just fine. Yours?"

But in your head you're saying,
"My Mother died on a Monday."

And then you'll just go to class...

How strange that the world should just keep spinning on.