I make it a habit to text my family and friends on most of the major holidays. Christmas. New Years. Easter. Fourth of July. Thanksgiving. The big celebrations. I’ve got numbers going back twenty five years in some cases, back to when I had my first phone and some even before that. And in an example of how no matter how hard we try to keep things the same, entropy finds a way. Chaos wins in the end. Once a holiday I get silence or the other response I’m dreading from one of the messages. Who is this? It hits like a hammer every time. I don’t talk to family and friends every day. Sometimes our last exchange of holiday greetings is the last thing we’ve said to each other. And sometimes the person on the other side of the number asks Who is this? Usually its a friend who just changed numbers and left their old contacts behind. I don’t think they’re dead, but the new person who has their number doesn’t know who I am. This holiday it was a family member. There’s been a death in the family in the last few months, there are multiple phones in that branch, but this was the time that one of them came back Who is this? They just activated their new number two weeks ago. It doesn’t go to family anymore. Because the slow entropy of time always wins. All the contacts we have will eventually fade away. And the next time we reach out, only silence will come back, or maybe that dreaded Who is this?