My inbox became a treasure trove of sweet words, reassurance that his name was on the lips of thousands
It is with broken hearts that we inform you of the petirah of Saadya Ehrenpreis, son of Mishpacha writer Ahava Ehrenpreis and brother of Mishpacha writer Yaelle Ehrenpreis Meyer, whom many of our readers have been davening for as Ahava chronicled his sickness with endless bitachon and emunah.
Longtime Mishpacha readers will remember Saadya’s friendly nature, his determination and independence, and the incredible accomplishments he achieved with the love and support of his family. He will be sorely missed by his family, friends, and the many people whose lives he touched.
May Hashem comfort the Ehrenpreis family.
The initial government lockdown orders had barely been issued when I found a letter in my mailbox from a neighbor I don’t even know. “Need a place for the kids to play? Please call the number below and we’ll set up a time for you to bring just your family to enjoy our outdoor play equipment.”
The shul website soon offered the services of volunteers to go shopping for anything from “a container of milk to a full Pesach order.” Online concerts, davening, words of Torah, kindness and coping mechanisms abounded.
But when the coronavirus became a personal reality and my son, who had been running a fever, developed breathing difficulties, fear was instantly, intensely personal. The Hatzolah ride to the emergency room, to the doctor’s phone call telling me that they were admitting him, to a call informing me that he was being intubated, all went with the frightening speed of a sled out of control on an icy slope.
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