Ignominy of being forgotten.
It was long long ago that I read a story written by Anita Desai that beautifully dealt with the above said – ignominy – the shame and disgrace in being comfortably forgotten.
The death-drop – the sinking feeling in your stomach when you think about the possibility that your friends/family/acquaintances could simply carry on – without you. Not after making peace with missing you, but rather forgetting to miss you.
The feeling of being dispensable, forgettable, replaceable – almost denying you your past presence.
Have I felt this way before?