In just a couple of weeks we will observe the 12th Yahrzeit of my father, Nison Gordon a"h. My father passed away at home on Montgomery Street in Crown Heights some hours after lighting Chanukah licht on the sixth night of Chanukah in 1989. The last time I saw him was three nights before, on a Sunday, as we gathered together at home to light candles of the third night. He had experienced (I really can't call it suffered because he wasn't sure until the doctor told him) a mild heart attack just a few weeks prior to Chanukah. He was told no stay at home until the doctors could chart an approach to both diagnose and treat his condition.