I Sang to Him During Our Final Passover

My husband, Stanley, adored the Passover Seders. He relished the drama, the songs, the rituals, the food, the company. Last April, he was unresponsive in terminal care, cancer having metastasized to his brain. By his bedside I conducted the Seders on the two requisite evenings. He did not react, except for once during the second Seder. They say hearing is the last sense to go. As I sang his favorite song from the Haggadah, Stanley’s tears were a powerful demonstration of this being so. He died 23 hours after the second Seder, not wanting to miss either one. — Zelda R. Stern