No Carrier
The other day I observed a silly little thing and thought "I'll need to remember this for Sunday's call" only to be reminded a split second later that there are no more Sunday calls. It was an odd moment because, for the better part of four years, Sunday night was dedicated to calling my mum. Schedules were planned around the block of time that was not to be missed; 10pm to some point early Monday morning. And now, for the rest of my Sundays, there will be no call.
The feeling was an odd one. Me being me, I've felt disconnected from the world for most of my life. People come and go in cycles, but there has always been a distinct group that would be persistent connections. While I am hardly the sort of person who actively works to maintain every connection with every person, there has been a group that I've had access to day or night, near or far, for as long as I can remember. Over the last few years, though, that number has fallen to one. The sands of time have consumed the rest.
Again, it's a strange feeling ... akin to being in the middle of a phone call when the line suddenly drops. No carrier.