President's Week each year has me reliving Avi's final days. He sat next to me Shabbat morning. He led Maariv that evening. We needed him for a minyan Sunday morning. He was feeling tired, nothing that struck as as unusual, but when we called him to come, he came.

It turned out that he had forgotten his tefillin. As a lefty, there was no ready replacement. After Shaharit ended, he surprised me with a big smile on his face. He was wearing tefillin! Hillel, a couple of years younger, was another lefty and he gave his tefillin to Avi.

Perhaps, I'll write about the rest of the week later.