Our Tuvia’le     

IT was an unfathomable shift — from the pinnacle of joy to incomprehensible tragedy. Twelve-year-old Yehoshua Aharon Tuvia Simcha was sitting beside his sisters on the Jerusalem-bound 291 bus from Beitar, returning home from their older sister’s last sheva brachos, when a terrorist opened fire and killed the boy.

On 11 Kislev we lost a beautiful child — and the promise for so much greatness.

“Just a few months ago, you asked me about the tefillin I would buy you for your bar mitzvah,” wept his father, Rav Dovid Zusha, Rosh Yeshivah of Yeshiva Klal Chassidi in Beitar Illit. “You didn’t care about the hall or the event, only the tefillin. And now, instead of tefillin, I am buying you a burial plot.

“In your merit, I became a better father. I constantly felt that I needed to improve, so I could be worthy of being the father of a son like you.”