[COMMUNICATED]
The doctor looked at the test results, at Reb Nachum, and back at the results. Reb Nachum felt his heart plummeting. “Not yet,” he said finally, slowly. Even without the interpreter, Reb Nachum understood the answer.
“Tell him I won’t make it,” he said, almost pleading, to the interpreter at his side. “Tell him I have a son who is engaged and I want to be at the wedding. Just that. I want to live a little bit longer, until my son’s wedding.” Tears blinded his eyes.
Nearly a month later, Reb Nachum returned his soul to its Creator. Alone in a foreign country, far from his loving, concerned family, far from the chassan who awaited his return so eagerly.
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