Fundraising Touches Two Worlds

And when they go, it's as if a section of the floor has fallen away, leaving a void where we used to stand. We reroute our lives around the hole, but we gradually get used to it. Until death or some other change silently blasts another one.

I had to let my cousin go. He had more calls to make. I stared into the new void — not the first, and it won't be my last.