i know this is gonna sound super weird but i just gotta say it... i'm kinda worried about my neighbor mr henderson. like, not in a creepy way or anything but he just seems so alone now. he's like 78 or something and always super nice. he always waves when i'm getting in my car for class and sometimes he leaves little bags of tomatoes from his garden on my porch which is so sweet. my mom says he's a widower and his wife passed like five years ago and he used to play cards with a bunch of guys from his church every thursday. but lately... i haven't really seen any cars parked outside his house on thursdays. like, i get home around six and usually there’d be like two or three cars in his driveway or on the street and i'd hear them laughing sometimes when i was taking out the trash. but for the last month or so? nothing. i saw him last week when i was walking back from the bus stop and he looked kinda sad. he was just sitting on his porch swing staring at his front yard. i waved and he waved back kinda slow. i asked how he was and he just said "oh you know... same old same old" and like, it just felt heavier than usual when he said it. and then yesterday... i was getting a package and i saw him out by his mailbox. he usually has a big smile but he just looked really... down. i asked if he was playing cards tonight and he just kinda sighed and said "not really anymore kiddo. george is in the hospital... and frank passed last month. it's just me and jim now. and jim's usually too tired to come all the way over here." and then he kinda trailed off and just looked at his mail like it was the most interesting thing in the world. it was so quiet after that. i just said oh man that sucks and walked back inside. i feel kinda bad now. like i should have said more or something. he just looked so... lost. i dunno. it's just hitting me tonight that like, one day i'm gonna be old and what if all my friends are gone? it's just a thought that keeps popping up. like what do you even do then? i just keep thinking about him sitting there alone. it’s like, you build your whole routine around something and then it just... poof. gone. and no one really notices. i mean i noticed but like, i’m just the college kid down the street. i'm probably overthinking it but it just feels like... a lot. like one day you're playing cards with your buddies and the next you're just... not. and it's not like he can just go find a new card game you know? it’s not that easy when you're 78. i should probably go to bed. it's like 2am but i can't stop thinking about him just sitting there all alone on thursdays now.