She looks at his pictures and cries.
She sits on his bed and cries.
She is lonely.
She is sad.
She visited him the afternoon before.
"He looked so alive".
He said, "I love you" to her.
"I miss him".
She tells me.
"He was a good husband"
And a tear escapes from my eye.
I feel so bad for her.
She is all alone.
I must must remember to visit her.
Shirley, May you be comforted....
Age no does matter -
Jack was 95.
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