He terribly missed her. It has been two lonely years since she passed away. He still could not accept it. He constantly looked at her picture and spoke to it as if she were in front of him.
One day he no longer had the appetite to eat. There was no food that could satisfy him. He remembered the days when his wife prepared their meals. It was not the taste that he enjoyed although they were always delicious. It was her love that was expressed in all that she did.
He rejoiced in seeing her again. In his death.
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