My father died on Saturday. I was scheduled to lead Torah Study and Services because the Rabbi was going to be out of town. On Friday morning, I told the Rabbi that that would be impossible, because I needed to be with dad.
On Saturday morning, as my cousin and I sat with him, I sang through the morning service. My cousin then left the room to go help my sister-in-law cook breakfast. I sang through the first part of Hashkievenu three times and then watched him as his breathing was finally relaxed after having struggling for weeks. After about two minutes of us just sitting there in peace, he stopped breathing. It was a blessing that he was able to go so softly.
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