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.
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ReplyDeleteRobin, you should write a book with all these wonderful, heart-wrenching and funny stories thrown together. You have such a way with words. I would buy it!
ReplyDeleteA lovely little story and very moving.
ReplyDeletehow sad! but so true. There should be an ALONE section of cards.
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