Momom

She stands alone at the sink, up to her elbows in frothy water, washing her lone plate.  She didn't always have just one dish to wash.  Just a few years ago she had two.  As she thinks of him, she begins to cry.  She wipes away the tears with her wrinkled, well worn hand as she wonders, "Why?"  He was her best friend, she misses him more than anyone will ever know.  She believes that she will see him again some day, but now, she longs for his embrace.  She is 88.  They were married in 44, it would have been their 67th anniversary in July.  He was always so caring, so good with their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren.  She misses him, but it hurts to remember.  She steps back to the sink, reaches through the suds, and resumes cleaning her one plate from supper.