Does anyone ever think that they’re going to be writing a letter from hospice care?
I never imagined I’d be doing it. But here I am.
My name is Rabbi Weinberger from Beitar.
My wife passed away around a year ago, leaving me with 7 kids to raise alone. But then I was diagnosed with a debilitating illness, and now I’m here in one of the most morbid places on earth.
In hospice care. With water in my lungs that can’t be drained.
I can’t do anything. I depend on nurses for my basic needs. But I can ask you, the Jewish family.
My children have lost their mother, and they might lose their father too. I ask people to imagine it for a second, but they stop because it’s too painful to think about. I don’t wish my life or my kids’ life on anyone, but I do beg of you, please, please don’t let them suffer more than they have to.
They are living with their grandmother, who’s barely managing. She trying to care for me and my children, but she can’t do it. They need breakfast, lunch, and supper. Clothes to wear and a school to go to. But there’s no money for any of that.