Dis am frum ‘Niser:
I tried to email you last night and could not do it. But I do want the Cheezfrends to know my terrible news. Friday evening my husband of 31 years and love of my life had a massive heart attack and passed away. I was there and tried to save him by calling 911 and doing chest compressions before the EMTs arrived. They worked on him for an hour, but never got a pulse. His heart just stopped. We have lived with his heart disease for 17 years, so I suppose in a way I should feel fortunate that we had some very happy years together, but to die at 58, before you have a chance to enjoy your retirement that you’ve worked decades for, is somehow so wrong. I have a strong support network of family and friends, and that includes my Cheezfrends. You cannot have enough beems at a time like this.
With a broken heart,