They came for her kigel, but stayed for her company. Basked in her company and found themselves growing closer to Hashem, and to each other. Rebbetzin Chaya Frankel was a pillar of kindness, a woman who touched the heavens even — or perhaps especially — as she doled out chicken soup and warmth to those who hungered for it.
Wearing an elegant silk kerchief atop her sheitel, she entered the ladies’ section.
“Git Shabbes!” she exclaimed to the lavishly bejeweled long-timer, outfitted in a luxurious cashmere sweater and designer scarf.
She walked further, approaching a Russian newcomer sporting a colorful babushka. “Git Shabbes!” she exclaimed, not a smidgen of her heartfelt enthusiasm lost.
To Rebbetzin Chaya Frankel a”h, they were one and the same.
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