The number of cards he had to buy had slowly been dwindling over the years. As he stood in front of the colorful display he could remember when he used to spend over one hundred dollars, just for the month of May. More often than not these days he found himself in the sympathy section.
I wonder why there is no ALONE section he thought. An area for cards that say I’m sorry you’re left here by yourself.
With no one who gets the inside jokes, no one who understands the familial references.
People are always remembering the ones who have departed. But no one remembers the ones left behind. They seem to become invisible. That was a good word for it he thought. He felt invisible. No one ever seemed to notice him anymore. No one asked for his opinion or his advice. He felt like a distant memory, neatly folded and tucked away on a dusty shelf in the back of the closet.
He was lonely.