I walk past your room everyday, going to and from my locker. But to be honest, I can't stand looking at it. The pain of grief is excruciating, and I can't even begin to imagine how your family feels. I don't know why God took you, but then again I'm not meant to know. You know how students always call their class by the teacher's last name? Well, we still call English "Urban", even though you're gone.