Rocking Chair

An early bird, she was
Always anticipating the commencement of a new day. 
Who knew what today would consist of..
She spent her time in a small house on a prairie away from the city. 
A house that was given to her by her beloved husband, knowing she could be slightly antisocial. 
Every morning she would arise at quarter to 8, and start the shower. Not too warm, not too cold, just the way he liked it. She went on to make breakfast and start the coffee machine. 
Two eggs, turkey, toast, a small glass of orange juice and the newspaper, of course. 
The newspaper read, "New York Times, 1949"..
She then went on to pour the coffee and set up the table for two. 
She sat down, ate, then exited to the front porch. 
Two rocking chairs were present. One made of old, oak wood and the other consisted of chipped, white paint with a design of flowers that was almost completely faded due to the unpredictable weather. 
That chair belonged to her. 
She sat in it for hours, this is where she was to spend her day.  Not a soul came to visit, not a single phone call. Just her. And the rocking chair.  The next morning, the woman was found dead on the porch, chair still rocking. A team of investigators went in the house and found that the shower was left running, the coffee was still brewing and a plate of breakfast was left on the perfectly set table with a newspaper. As the investigation went on, the team leader noticed something on the rocking chair next to the lady's deceased body. A hat was left on the chair. Next to a lunchbox. Inside was a freshly made sandwich and a note. One of the fellas grabbed the note and proceeded to read it. Suddenly, the color in his face flushed as he became filled with emotion. The letter read "My beloved husband, I packed your favorite lunch today. I promised you I would care for you until the day I die. This promise lies deep in my heart... Love, Sunny"... The man then went on to pass the note to the team members. They all stood in silence while feeling their hearts fill up with pain... Her husband has been dead for almost twenty years...