Two Empty Plates

“Every night at 9 p.m., an old man set the table for two. Two plates.

Two glasses. His neighbors thought he was lonely… or confused. Years ago,

his wife promised, *‘No matter what happens, I’ll always come home for dinner.’*

She never did. Cancer took her quietly in a hospital room while he waited with cold food and

a warm heart. But he kept the promise alive. On his final night, he set the table

again. This time, he didn’t eat. The next morning, the neighbors found

two empty plates… and two chairs pulled close together.”**