I'm single on Valentine's Day, but my 84 year old grandmother isn't.

Random. But I can't help but feel an existential dread looking at the cards my grandfather bought her today. One of them is from a shoe repair guy and the other is from a man who likely doesn't even remember her name. I look at the card from the shoe repair guy and see the highlighted "Happy Valentine's Day" in glittery red, pink, and blue and can't help but shudder a little. I look around at my grandmother's lively dining room and see the orginally decorated furniture and can't help but imagine my own dining room. When I turned 30, my mother kept bothering me and saying "you need to get a girlfriend, you're not young anymore." As she said this, I couldn't help but imagine myself in 50 years, if I even live that long, sitting in my dining room filled with empty carnations and murmuring to myself "where did it all go? Where did it all go?" I couldn't help but imagine the forlorn look on my face if I lived to 84 years old and spent Valentine's Day in a crappy old age home.