He's 86 years old, and was just diagnosed with leukemia. The doctors want him to come to the hospital this week.
Now I realize that he's 86, and that he's had a good life, and that he's always been pretty healthy. But I guess I always took for granted that my parents would always be there. And I can't stop crying. His Hebrew name is Eliahu Ben Yakov.
Also, my brother in law just died of cancer as well. He was buried Wednesday of last week.