He turned 85 years old yesterday. No one sent him a birthday card and no one called him up to say “Happy Birthday.”
From the time they were born, he was always the first one to remember their birthdays, with cards and presents. As they got older, he was the first one to say “Hey, we have to get a birthday card,” and we always put a check in the card.
He got joy out of doing it.
They even got a reminder this time.
It would have given him such happiness – a little thing. Not a present, not money.
But no one sent him a card, and no one gave him a call.